Clapping, waving, yelling, whistling quietly in the
breeze, praising nature with it's leaves.
Trees daintily spreading their roots beneath the
ground, balancing their beautiful branches without
much thought or effort.
Filled with the greenery and sap of life, trees
share their shade with those in need of it, never
changing or demanding anything.
Silently sitting beneath the sky, fulfilling God's
promises while they are alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem