Tree,
tree back and forth,
stirring up the wind.
Sway like rivers waters past,
the oldest of dirts friends.
Giving life to all that breaths,
up through roots and out through leaves.
I depend on you,
you not on me.
What would I do,
without you tree?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes we need trees and they need us. this is cute. PYT