There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches,
Snow embroidered edges and wine,
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
The white willow is picturesque.
In the dim silence
Yuli this birch tree,
In the flashing golden light
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around.
The sunset glow shines on the branches covered with snow.
Another layer of silver brilliance.
A tree, a tree
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots have been elongated.
In the unseen depths
They tangled their roots together.
Cherish and cherish every plant.
They also have feelings and love.