I looked at the trees,
Towering over me,
And I sneaked a peek,
At blue and white.
I just lay there,
Amongst the others of my type,
And wondered if they,
Wondered what I wondered.
But I was my own unique self,
One leaf on the forest floor,
Looking at the tree tops,
And the blue and white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem