How can I describe this mighty tree?
How can I show its beauty?
Pruning has given it a mysterious outline.
The form of a weeping willow
Theatrically thousands of blossoms,
like a giant brides bouquet,
held up in triumph,
by an invisible bride.
It was planted by these, my hand, a long time ago.
has grown into this colossal splendor,
under its hanging branches room for a children’s party.
Hidden in the safely of my secret garden
Her blossoms secure until its seasons end
I want to share the splendor of my giant beauty.
How can I describe a mother’s pride?
Comparing it with the tree so full of bloom
Why not, --- in spite of pruning at wrong places,
my children in full bloom, healthy and wise,
my joy and reasons for great gratitude,
for living long enough to behold my ripened fruit