silver bark worth more than treasure
leaves turn gold in autumn's weather
floor of leaves fallen and dead
roof of green when spring is ahead
rivers and streams, water that gleams
in the wood were no fear is seen
dams and falls, of peace and glee
all water flow down to the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lilting idyllic journey, in a time of'crash and burn'