My family and I moved to
A new house with a big backyard.
One thing that I wanted to do
Was to plant new trees and discard
The huge, old, ugly oak tree that
I thought was a blemish upon
My dreamed landscaping habitat.
Called a service, the tree was gone.
Then Groot, the tree character, came
Into my dreams telling me, I
Was gonna have to take the blame
For making his oak tree pal die.
Now in the backyard I'm in root.
When asked, my kids say I am Groot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem