I can smell the wood burning
its taste is in my mouth
Its morning and the air
is almost to heavy to breathe
birds sway with the trees
as the wind blows
a bird sits on a fence
its eyes are focused on the sky
clouds have bunched up
and it appears that rain might be coming
the moment has come
and I wish it would
stay a while
the moment is so beautiful
that it can only come
once in a while
it can only come
every now and then!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem