Tall trees waving, welcomes to those of us watching them
from a second story window, looking so very delicate from
here.
Some with yellow blossoms daring to peer into these windows
with treely looks of wonder in their attitudes, just as we
look at them, standing always, no matter what the weather is.
Being homes for birds and their babies, squirrels running up
and down tree trunks, gathering food for their young also,
nature is so interestingly fascinating to many of we poets.
Loving to write about them, giving them reason, logic and
feelings that we attribute to them at times poetically be-
cause some of us are one with nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem