I pose, a visitor does take
A picture of me in front of
What I hear called is Moraine Lake,
Formed glacially by nature's love.
Many of my kind do take root
All around this lovely lake shore,
To live our lives in pursuit
Of sowing seeds to bring us more.
The seasons come, the seasons go.
Right now is the winter time scene
When all is covered in white snow,
Including me in needles green.
The picture just taken of me
Will show a blessed at home fir tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem