Happiness grows on trees;
it flows free....
feed it
& it grows;
cut it off
& it dies....
If you don't pick it
when it's ripe,
it falls on your head....
So don't be mislead;
find a tree,
climb a branch,
Be happy!
Its a tree!
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice imagination, Laura. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
thank you. I will