They all make mistakes
and many more things.
They love each-other,
built a growing family
and then by turn
follow their directions.
Tree keeps blooming,
growing and with
a ticklish curiosity
you keep watching.
Branches to branches.
Trees within trees.
And comes a moment
to crave to meet
the roots,
to meet the first father.
You alone can't claim him.
He belongs to thousand trees.
Then only for you he appears
in a dream and whispers
'....you are me! '
Vehemently you hold the dream
and repose.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem coming from your heart! Appreciated reading it greatly! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From one root family, many generations are born. They grow together like the branches of a tree and later become independent! But each unit will finally come to the shade of the first family tree! This is a moment of immense satisfaction for the parent tree! Great metaphoric write!
Thank you Valsa- my best wishes for 2016 to you