Oh it's a beautiful day
Beneath the rain today
All is brown and gray
No colors, no way
All peaceful and still
As I walk up the hill
That ahead of me stands
Above all of the lands
With the cliff at the end
Like an earth's wound on the mend
Back there's where I'll stand
And survey all of the land
Stare at the gray lake
My breath it will take
Perchance to see a deer
Passing ever so near
The woods now are dying
As I stand here now crying
For the woods have sown
In me so alone
A sense of great peace
That will never cease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do hope the woods are only preparing for the winter. There are moments when I almost feel the pain of naked trees in late autumn... I try to send to them all the love I can with the image of spring and sunny days with lots of birds to sing... But if the trees really die than my soul shall also cry with you.