My wish: the poem ends briefly.

I wish I were a green tree.

Send a touch of green to the earth.

Spread a coolness for people.

The wind blew past me.

The green leaves are singing cheerful songs.

Brush ... brush ...

Did you hear that?

This wonderful note

if

I can understand all the languages in the world

I'm going to listen to nature

The stream flows under your feet.

Whoa ... whoa. ...

The wind blew.

Brush ... brush ...

As if to say; "wonderful! Wonderful! How nice! "

I wish I were a flower.

Leave a fragrance in the world

then

Withered with a smile