A Single Fir on the mountain lap,
Wants to touch the morning sunrise
Mother nature, always innocent
Covers him with snowy white ice.
That single Fir dreams to cross
The height of the mountain
To see his fiance dancing
In a golden snowy rain.
Another side of the mountain
A single rose-tree stands alone
At the radiant sunset light
She's dreaming for a new home.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice images of natural beauty.