there is a tree, and it stands indistinct in the line
and its soft red flowers it holds up
to anyone who approaches;
and like a girl may hold up her face to the rain
its branches holds up their leaves
and thick and close that birds may hide within
it invites no praise, just communion
to observe and to see;
a simple meeting between tree and human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'a simple meeting between tree and human' and the image of a girl's face raised up to greet catch the falling rain