I recline beneath the willow tree
And by the silver pool
I toss a pebble in the water
Watch the ripples
Roll away.
It winds away through the trees
The trail disappears in the leaves
Time falls away
I have no choice, my curiosity
Takes me away.
Here, the clocks have stopped
There are only the trees
The trail
And me.
The tiny stream hides in the forest
Alone but for me
I watch the crystal waters
Dance over my fingers
Wondering.
Lying in the deep loam
With the transparent beech leaves
Waving to and fro above me
I am quiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
favorite lines: I have no choice, my curiosity Takes me away. i think translucent leaves, not transparent. i think; i'm not seeing the leaves now. bri :)