Have you ever seen a tree?
Yes, that is exactly what I said.
You have? Of course?
So,
what colour was the trunk?
Brown?
Grey?
Yellow-green?
And
how many lights and shades
of brown
or grey
or yellow-green
or other splendour on God’s palette
did the trunk
parade?
I haven’t started
on her limbs
or her natural decorations
or her shape
or her dignity
or her mood
or her wind dance
... yet.
I say again,
Have you ever seen a tree?
(11 February 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem