Because of one and ones feelings.
Overcoming, becoming then is one.
Leaves of the tree, sound by wind.
High limbs then may words entertain.
Unto life to give life and that is of itself.
Open the cloud pray the proud fall down
and rain flushes out and sore made new
so that wound closes up around it again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem