WITHIN
It's within
A simple mussel on a single rock
In an ocean vast and grand
The torn spine of an upset currach
On a speechless, silent strand
It's within
A bovine huddle beneath weeping trees
A scrum of hide and misted breath
The frenzied flight of a honey bee
The skeletons dreaded dance of death
It's within
The pure petals of a fragrant flower
Or under the jungles canopy
In the panicles of the virgins bower
Or the passion flowers sweet panoply
A poem exists in sight and sound
Of every living, breathing thing
Reflected in a verse unbound
A bubbling thermal spring
Bursting forth and breaking ground
Encircling, enrapturing
The countless beauty to be found
The subtle magic that lies within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem