I am a nature being.
My door to fall opens.
Cool air bathes my skin
sending bumps hopping
to my arms like bugs.
I am a nature being.
The tree tops are my chairs.
The thunder and lighting
filling the sky
are my pleasure.
I am a nature being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pleasant words. I like this. :)