Sliding shyly into mind, a trees branches, hanging gently
down, growing their essence into intellect.
Beautiful yellow blossoms sprouting from the leaves and
branches, touching my mind's heart with such a fragile
beauty that a tear forms in my eyes.
Allowing feelings for the stunted journey through life as
they are forever, rooted into the ground on earth until
their demise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem