Hills of green grass layer the horizon,
Four feet wander hopelessly and longingly,
A goal, a place, an adventure in mind,
Two bodies lay awake under an ocean of stars.
One beat every second as the moments pass,
Two hands in harmony engaged in a melody,
Three birds fly high casting shadows upon us,
Four feet embrace nature, the connection is one.
Golden wheat grows high in it's race for light,
The fish sweep deeper under the clearing of night,
Nature lives among us as a continuing life,
Our journeys are connected, as we indulge in this beauty we call life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, Callum. :)