My dream: to walk in the park, where many oak trees grow.
And I want to plant them with my own hands. In the fall I found acorns.
In the winter I planted them in a pot with soil. Put a pot with soil on the window.
And small trees delight my eye. In the spring I will transplant them to a wasteland, next to the house.
I will watch and care for my grove. Let it benefit everyone and the birds and the beasts and people!