reflection
upon the clear pond of the mind
at dawn
someone so gentle
meek
renders justice upon
the earth
all the trees and wind
bow
he comes without a kill
no devastation as a flood
or fire
no nuclear leaks
no quakes
he does not shut off
the light
neither grass or
weed
he shall not remove
burn
he is a word
but he will last forever
he is eternity
he dies but death has not
conquered him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem