I am not the tree, but the fallow
and the harvest
maybe…a stone
in a rivers ebb
nor am I a flower
but I am a bit of pollen
maybe I am a grain
in golden fields
or a drop of rain amidst
a storm
I could be a scale
on a fish
or a feather on a bird
But I am not
the tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem