I am cultivating this small, but beautiful, garden in my balcony.
Seems miniscule until I have finished gardening.
Pruning the very dead and overgrown flower beds
With lots of large, heavy rocks, some with eyes in the potato patch..
Pastures and fields from many years past..all gone!
Now I will relax and be filled with peace I carry to you,
As I enjoy the luxury of my garden balcony..a sight to behold
In the moonlighting skies or at dusk in the setting sun's gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem