I walked slowly
through the redwoods
where the trees
talk with God.
I murmured to the trees
leaning on them.
They took my heart
and my thoughts
and turned it into songs.
The redwoods sang
those songs in tunes
unheard.
It is true
the redwood trees
talk with God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem