Looking into a desert tree, thinking at first that there
were birds hiding within its leaves and branches, taking
a closer look, realizing there are two squirrels hiding.
Climbing on branches overlooking the lake, looking out at
the boats passing by, they seem to be eating something
from this desert tree.
Running up and down branches having chased the birds away,
nature keeps on exposing its secrets to this poet to write
into poetry so it can be seen throughout the world by anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem