An Ode On A Windy Day
My soul has been awakened, now my soul is now soaring
It's now aloft and floating on the wings of a wispy breeze
Far above me and around me the wild wind thus is roaring
Forever arousing to rapture around the whole earth and seas
At long last the now withered grass, thus the sunshine is glancing.
So many bare trees now are tossing their branches fiercely so high
while their dead leaves succumbed beneath them are now happily dancing
now far above the bluest sky above the clouds have whitened across the sky
Somehow, I can view and do wish I can see the ocean thus thrashing
Its foam is billowing like a whirlwind of an oceanic of spray;
for in realities view, I wish I could see how proud the waves dashing
And to be able to hear the wild roar of their thunder today, today!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a zen like simplicity and razor clarity...the words, like leaves, the only trace of the wind whispering us effortlessly. beautiful stuff!