To grow and mature
in solitude
like an only tree
upon a high mountain
to be a part of no cloud
to be not a friend to the wind
to bathe light under the sun
to fold leaves
in the coldness of the night
to stay afoot in its
engulfing darkness
to sing no song
to whisper nothing
to be content on what i am
on where i am
and why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem