i think i shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree.....
a tree that looks at god all day,
and lift her leafy arms to pray,
a tree that may in summer wear
a nest of robins in her hair,
upon whose bosom snow has lain,
who intimately lives with rain.
poems are made by fool like me,
but only god can make a tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting..... different..... i like it