An oak tree and a rosebush grew,
Young and green together,
Talking the talk of growing things-
Wind and water and weather.
And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed
The oak tree grew so high
That now it spoke of newer things-
Eagles, mountain peaks and sky.
'I guess you think you're pretty great,'
The rose was heard to cry,
Screaming as loud as it possibly could
To the treetop in the sky.
'And now you have no time for flower talk,
Now that you've grown so tall.'
'It's not so much that I've grown,' said the tree,
'It's just that you've stayed so small.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i) How did the oak and the rosebush grow? ii) How differently the oak and the rosebush grow? iii) What did the oak tree talk about? iv) Why did the rosebush cry? v) Give a suitable title to the poem.