It’s a misty morning,
clings gently to the skin,
it’s pleasant like this,
let’s walk
oh here’s an apple tree,
you can touch the mist on the apple’s skin
ah, it must be a whole orchard,
how the mist makes it such an adventure
This little life is rounded by a mist and, eating the apple, a great adventure indeed begins, untill we go home again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You tell the reader so much, so simply... so eloquently. love, Allie xxxx