Looking around seeing trees, some with leaves changing
color - those are the ones that don't belong here for
we have no seasons made for them.
Palm tree are always welcome because they're always
green and alive, spirit of the sky is blue, always
touching tops of their frond tree heads.
Sitting here, looking, wind still gently blowing their
leaves and branches, as I look for some peace in it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem