Sing me a song
Sitting under the trees
That to all of us belong
That we planted
When we were young
And to grow long waited
They are strong
With shade and fruits
Come, sing me a sweet song
In the spring
When birds and flowers
Grow in it you must sing
Sing me song
Let us plant more trees
We are still young and strong
sing a song under the ether of earth to grow up with love with a heart of eternal! /// lovely written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mood of satisfaction and happiness when the tree they planted grew up giving fruits and shades are vividly portrayed in the poem.A brilliant write.
That's a great compliment Sir. My regards.