tree have roots
covered but work
magic to its survival -
they soak up graces
from sky to wave in
triumph in the wind
the head have roots
shrouded in the wind
that soak up ideas
emanating from all over
the universe - a tall
intelligence that spreads
its roots into men's
intelligence, conscience
and bind them to each other
Nice comparison of the two, i have to agree with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Certainly...............John...........this sad cycle of birth & death because of the roots? Excellent!