nature
has a soul
each living
each physical part
has a place
in spun cradle
of life
the stream sings
the river rapid flows
in mountain flood descent
in a rapid weather race
dancing down gravity slopes
in eternal race to greet the sea
the poet's pensive riveted mind
flows in the runaway grey river
in pensive restless ice melt river
the poet flows in runaway river water
rests in river rocks flies in mountain air
specks with the spirit of the mountains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Only a poet knows a poet to write a poem which flows like water down a cascade.