Tale of Pine

In the summertime 

Ice is melting, 

The leaves of me again are found

Glowing green.

My branches also get relaxed

So in the time my branches by birds used 

For their perfect shelter.

In the autumn

My branches are loaded with fruits also with flowers

So in those days 

My soft-cleaned branches used to sit 

And please have fruits as their food.

I am then the fruit bringer for them.

Now 25 December is there.

The winter time is there 

The Church rings out its bell sounding sweet.

O my branches on that winter time, 

The snowflake is shone out to be glistening,

Time to be happy as in the light of whiteness I have a hope to be brighter and brighter

With the feeling of happiness.