Oak primitive modern poetry

If I love you-

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off yourself with your tall branches;

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,

Increase your height,

Set off your dignity.

Even during the day,

Even spring rain.

I don't know,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Root,

Grasp the ground;

Leaves,

Touch each other in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one,

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife,

Like a sword,

Like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch.

We share the cold wave,

Wind and thunder,

Thunderbolt;

We like fog,

Flow haze,

Rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are lifelong dependent.

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Love-

Not only love your strong body,

I like your position,

The land under your feet.