Just standing there
A tall firm tree
Dancing swiflty in the light Autumn breeze
Vibrant green leaves
At the end of each branch of tree
On the tree I notice a beautiful round pattern
A pattern so round like the rings of Saturn
Hazel brown in colour
And the trunk of the tree blackened
Trees give us oxygen
And trees give us air
So stop cutting them down
And instead nurture them and take care!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gabriella....Two things close to my heart...the love of trees and the love of writing.... You do yourself an honour loving both.... Keep it up...Cheers Geoffrey.