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