What we can, I peek out to see.
Grand serpant mounds.
One hill, total eclipse, of the moon.
Back and forth the Squirrely, squirrel.
The humble flight, honey bees.
Yea it all is, if heavan can wait.
Full the cup, nature I look, always is.
Heaven is what we hold dear.
Nature is what you like to hear.
Lightning it comes, distant thunder.
Walking in song all alone,
Dancing at the edge of the sea.
Nature then knew, what we thought we know.
Yet even the sand has it's part to play.
Importance is a pearl like you are too wisdom.
When vast is it simple, my life.
And open my door,
see how I am, just-us, is there in the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem