I love trees
But never wish
To become a tree.
Trees wave their
Green heads
In the air;
Seeing that waving,
My mind dances
In delight.
Yet I won’t be
A tree ever.
I can’t realize
How trees live
Being trees.
Moving in the world
They could not see
Countries, continents, seas, forests;
They could not see
The great waves of men;
What a life!
I won’t live a moment
If I become a tree ever.
