Wind softly speaking
in years do so allay
all our fears we
do so have
Those that all do know
may I speak of kind
that are mine
Flowing water so we
do tread
Quick moving mind
or so was such said
stumbling not from
rock to rock
The creek that is seen may
be innocent enough
inch wide mile deep
far to dropp I so have
Dropped I know not why
people are different
explain them not why
Yet they do many mistakes
it is I have made
hopefully not many of hate
Just of ignorance unlearned
grace to see into the mind
and not be disgraced
Humbled so as should be
just a lost soul
would be to find the path
it is we all do search for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all should search for the one path.. Thank you. Colin J...