Softly blowing wind
Rushing through the pine trees
Blowing hair across my face
As I look up into space
Softly blowing breeze
I know myself that I am at ease
The peace is serene all around
This is the place where there is no sound
The cool night air
On the end of a summer day
Brushes across my face
One last time
Before I step inside
To the world I left before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem