It is time to play
the music of the open
It is time to celebrate
the life of wandering
Confines and buildings
breed meanness in the spirit
Generous space and the sun
offer freedom and life
Oh, who but a fool
would trade a body of energy
for stiffness?
Who but the unfeeling
would give up movement
for the narrowness of rooms?
So listen then to the music
of living beings and the winds
Listen then to the sounds
of the free creatures in the trees
It is time to play
the music of the open
It is time to celebrate
the life of wandering
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem