Oh park, so tranquil and, it's just you and an old boy.
I will sit here alone and play with nature's toys,
And the tree's tilted branches are my slides,
And the grass has never seen such a happy thing,
As they spread their green shoulders willingly and wide
To sit below the sun – like the peacocks with their wings.
I will play with you without a shudder of shame
As the winds blow from north to south,
And send a teasing chill across my human frame;
And as the serenading sun swims smoothly above,
Blessing petals and leaves with growing touches of love.
Oh lucky tree, so content with your roots,
Not like us whose lives were wrested from the foot,
And dispersed like ashes by oppressive winds
Through out this bulbous world, fore and behind.
So let me for this brief moment, play with you,
And let my heart unfold
All my dreams and hopes beneath this majestic blue,
Which decks your mother's ceiling with Pacific's peace,
And resurrects in me untold calming feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem