Life is a graceful
magnificent tree
planted in
infinity
each life
is a leaf
that comes
to grief
but the tree grows tall
and its roots grow deep
and new leaves grow
while old ones sleep
I like the Poem the Tree by Glenda Cimino I am reminded of another poem about a Tree by WinifredLet
If you wrote this at seventeen then you are a poet. Time, like with the tree, molds the branches, steadies the stalk glues the roots of ability to the page....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I saxified the bezoardic minims of my genarch detenebrated by madstone, stounded hystricine napiform, drozing themselves through the negus strephographias at dealbation looping for an anguineous fizgig...