Hearing me see the growth
I shed a tear of dew in
hopes your roots
take well.
Every day such magic breath
heady whisper stokes the
leaves that bind
your soul.
Allowing mindful markers masking
not the travels rendered sweet
your limbs are true.
Revelations opened surface of
foresters past the future that
each day can bring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write....thank you...Fi 10++