Sometimes, when I look around,
I feel Things breathing,
Comforter, bed, walls and the ground.
The sight to imaginations is amazing.
Rejoiced with life, sparkles surround,
To me, humans are plants, but moving.
Our affinity to Earth is ever profound.
Like waves on the seashore, meeting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem