As the rain softens the ground
Each season unfolds the earth’s bounty
Like a sailors struggles with the sea
A poem is cultivated in the recesses of the mind
As water rushes down the canyon
An eagle circles the clear blue sky
As the Chinook wind caresses the mountains
A poem circles and searches for its heart
As water that drips runs a rock smooth
Blown sand etches drawings into a canyon wall
And thundering waves carve a coast line
A poem patiently pierces the soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem