Fall brown leaves teary,
Dreaming of young sprouts' glory,
Trees feel no sorry.
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Haiku | 15.11.18 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreaming of young sprouts' glory, getting inside a tree and thinking along their lines. very fine poem. short and sweet. tony
Does it mean trees are wiser and more sensible than mankind? Thank you Dr Tony Brahmin.