the sun peeking through the willow trees
floating softly, the descending of a warm breeze
the sky is but an endless sea
the world stands awaiting for me
it's up to us to treat it kind
cause in hard times it's the refuge I find
and if in feeling hurt, it turns it's back away
I would surely wither and expire the second of that day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem