Moving man refuses to move
my orange tree.
I'm willing to pay more money
but he shakes his head and says,
A living thing can't be moved.
I'm willing to abandon the pot, reduce the weight
but he bites his lips and says firmly,
A living thing can't be moved.
I threaten to fire him. I plead.
The moving man crosses himself
while carrying my orange tree into his truck.
moving into a sunny house
I have a new key;
my orange tree, new fertilizer.
After a blossoming spring and a bee summer,
the orange tree is flourishing.
In autumn, it's covered with purple fruits,
round and full.
After a blossoming spring and a bee summer, the orange tree is flourishing. In autumn, it's covered with purple fruits, round and full. yes, this poem is philosophical. the reluctance of not moving and later in the glass house with new fertilizers........ more fruits and flowers and leaves. beautiful transformation. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
send us some oranges I moved two full frees once both flourished for the technique you need a fee