Oh, how I long to explore the tiny nooks and crannies of our world,
between those valleys we view from the sky.
Where people and things escape from our eyes,
Little microcosms of life where one can hide.
Where we may be shaded in cool clouds and wind our own paths
In the dirt and grass….
In our own little microcosm of potentiality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem