Rushing forward, searching quietly through nature for a
reprieve from life as it is today.
Wanting to see so many things, noticing details even of
little things, like a dying leaf upon a branch of a tree.
Why is it dying when all others are living? What is the
reason, I wonder curiously to myself.
All of nature seems to be rendered speechless right now,
not even the birds are flying or singing their songs.
A penetrating silence, covering everything in sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem