Graceful trees, dancing in the sun, stretching their
many branches, enjoying peace and calm.
Glancing about, seeing man's progressive plans,
building and erecting monsters of doom.
So unlike trees, flexible, bendable, beautiful to
behold, man's buildings are rigid, unbendable, ugly
in wakes of nature and reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one. I too love the trees.