the trees outside my window
know my name
their leaves whisper secrets only rains know
their branches squeak to the wind ancient messages of hope
the trees tell me why 
the sun and how
they fill me in about
the ebb and flowing of seasons
when the wind
                blows joyous 
                      the trees dance for me                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    