In summer days, trees are my friends
they fondly call me to be friendly
They knew my friendship, concern, their well being
The time I try to spend in their shades
In silence they accepts my friendship
A tree's shades are so pretty good
When summer is not at all a concern to us
Come and take rest and make yourself happy
The silent calls through wind its expression
The silence is lovely consent of the tree
See I have lot branches to make the shades
See I am ready to serve you my own friend
If time allows pour some water to quench my thirst
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am lost here in this beautifully woven figurative metaphorical world