I know of this tree that has taking me, year in year
out it stays the same.
It's a funny old tree yet it has kindness and charm in its
Roots.
A melody that stays with in your mind, it does not really
move and has never had a leaf for the wind to move but
when you stand beside this tree it's very clear, this one
tree can talk as you press your head to it's trunk it groans
and squeak and there a very vague rumbling deep within
this one big tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem