You bless the maples, they are small.
They grow much faster, grow so tall.
One of them, with a tale inside
Rustles tenderly with loving sigh.
It waves its branches, reaching for you,
When you rush by, as you always do.
And when you come by or say farewell
Its leaves flutter in a special familiar way.
Recognize it among all the trees
By a trembling whisper on the breeze.
Touch its leaves, embrace the bole
With no desire to possess at all.
It will bow low, bound to the ground,
But memories of you are so profound.
It will recall your stories and the days
That you spent together at this very place.
And you’ll go on, already changed,
But the maple’s in your heart, beyond the age.
With waving branches and nodding crown
The maple gives you a loving bow.
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Оригинал: Наталья Грэйс, "Ты крестишь маленькие клёны", 2019
You bless the maples
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