I was dreaming
I was a magnificent tree
With my children as saplings
standing around me
sharing my roots
I was dreaming
I was a beautiful rose
With my children as buds
standing near me
on the same stalk
I was dreaming
I was a reddish apple
with my children as blossoms
standing near me
on the same branch
I woke up
and my children were near me
So many thanks, my God.
Bachok, Nov 2011
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'Tis a fantastic poem, , May your childern be stood like olive buds around your table and be shined their grace for the wellness of the world! ! ! ! ! 10++++
I have eyes to see all your dreams and I have soul to feel what you need And as my eyes send images to my mind, through images i gained my thought and my thought got understanding as well as when it reach my soul..The understanding tells me all...So as if you was a tree of roses that fruiting red apples and i will bear saplings, bud and blossom always around you because the root was same, and sharing same love too Nice poem....so beautiful! ! ! _Unwritten Soul
Nice metaphor you used, family should always be an entity with its unwritten laws like your tree that lives with its branches in harmony and unity..Cristina Teodor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice and in harmony, I liked this :)