I'm in the morning sunlight, craving to make your day bright.
When the birds sings with joy, with their free proud wings and enjoy.
I'm in the summer's sun, when the sunflower have fun.
When stars are clear at night, seducing moon with their light.
I'm in the monsoon rain, when lovers grieve in pain.
When the earth goes green and redefines it's beauty unseen.
I'm in the the winter's cold, in the desperate eyes of old.
When all they want is fire, but nature becomes the perfect liar.
I'm in the spring's tree, leaving their leaves, getting free.
When the grains turns into gold, that happiness can not be told.
I'm in my poetry & in the metaphor I use.
Let me write your name, and make the world confuse.
When you remember me in nights, don't come to my corpse and cry
Read my poems and smile, 'cause I'm in your heart and I did not die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm in the spring's tree, leaving their leaves, getting free. When the grains turns into gold, that happiness can not be told. very good poem. i am in poetry and the metaphor i use. very fine dear poet. tony