Thy ripples, soft, serene, calm
patterns revolving, opening doors
the lake; a current reflection
of moments, alone: introspective
behind; a mountain of imperious power
Titans, formations, crying in showers
of steady clouds; reformation
rising as vapour, during; deforestation
waters serpentine as Dragon's tears
down to the rivers, flowing clear;
as time, currents, oceanic designs
linear crimes, aligned in the thought mine
a single flower, floating, freely, on the lake
Hedge well thy roses, Whail'st certain fates
expand, contract, will; designate
attributes, solaces, mistakes; a gate
leading inward, like lead, making haste
as a gazelle runs from a Lion
so does a Wolf rest with a lamb
clearly, once the Truth shores
upon each beach that always grows
the motion, from the sands of time
a space continues to send sublime;
thoughts of dust, always entering the atmosphere
can't you see, blue is the calm,
of Heaven above, residing in Love
then showering us with Mana and grace
each field withers, and thus tithers
while nutrients must be kept virgin
in essence; we could use lightning;
to re-supply nutrients; instead of chemicals
wouldn't this natural solution, help?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiul