To The Oak Tree



To The Oak Tree

If I love you-- I won't wind upon you like a trumpet creeper Upvalue myself by your height.

If I love you-- I will never follow a spoony bird， Repeating the monotone song for the green shade.                                                                        

Not only like a springhead Brings you clean coolness whole year long； Not only like a steepy peak Enhances your height, sets off your straightness. Even sunshine And spring rain， No, all these are not enough!

I must be a ceiba by your side， As a tree standing together with you. Our roots melt underneath, Our leaves merge in clouds. When wind breezes, We greet each other. But no one Can understand our peculiar words.

You have your strong stem and branches, Like knives and swords And like halberds I have my red ample flowers, Like heavy sighs And heroic torches as well. We partake cold tide, thunder storm, firebolt Together we share brume, flowing mist, rainbow As if we separate all the time, Actually we forever rely on each other.

This is great love, Loyalty lives here. Love--Not only your giant body, But also the position you stand， the earth under your feet.