The walk leisurely
in the cool evening
after a summer's vengeful day
measures time
and demarcates life leading to night
the walk is space and expanse
of the skies
and the setting sun
and trees and life;
all of one's body and land
possible in a walk
one expands energy
and returns renewed;
the walk touches you on the heart and head
and takes you back to where you began
"Good night, " the end of the walk says
The good life may be but a walk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no substitute to walk,