Flowers and leaves
are the jewellery of a tree, they
comb her with tender love
embellish her lock of hair
with the delicacy of bouquet,
she wears a thousand
of coloring earrings glittering,
a golden tiara on her head shining,
a silver necklace around her neck
sparkling, the anklets jingling in
her feet makes sweet
music but ah,
when winter comes and let her
heavy sigh out,
all the jewellery
fall unconsciously and
the happy tree
stands then with bare beauty but
still she never loses hopes to bloom
new flowers and to
sprout new leaves;
she wants to make the mirror
of beauty into her heart where she can
bloom and dream again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem