Dense fog swurls upwards to the
Blue azure sky, as I watch in amazement
As nature exposes her delicate side.
Furling, dancing ribblons of vapor
Exchange movements like entwind
Ballet dancers eternally embracing.
Peace enters my being as my thoughts
Disperse upon the lake's calm waters.
My soul dances with the spirit as they
Collide and whisper to me; Your inner
Strength and weakness are one;
Acceptance of both are needed to
Face the struggle of life.
I long to revisit the kindred
Spirits of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem