Looking into the sky, seeing nothing coming to mind,
an interior waterfall flowing, giving thoughts that
are forming and coming out of this pen.
Rockin' in the midst of nature, listening to birds
twittering and calling to one another from their
perches upon branches.
Hidden in trees of the courtyard, living peacefully
with no one bothering them at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem