I am the thoughts of a windblown feather
I am the reflections of a girl who wishes she could soar
I am the sound of quiet solitude
It is I who knows the wolves
Who runs with the bears
Who flies with the birds
It is I
Who caresses silent wanderings
And peaceful night dreams
It is I whom you yearn for
In the heart of the commotion
It is I
For I sing a song of silence in spring time
And whispers in June
It is I who calms storms
And pulls the shadows up like blankets on the sun
When it's time for lights out
It is I who will be there when the light of the stars fail
When it is time
It is I who makes the night quiet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem