I sit high in this tree
In complete tranquility
This bed of ropes
I tied with hopes
That I could find
A state of mind
In this tree
Of tranquility
My frustrated soul
Searching for its goal
Climbing the ropes oh life
Past the knots of strife
In this tree
Of tranquility
I sit here now
Sweat on my brow
Looking into the sky
This is how I fly
In this tree
Of tranquility
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mm wonderfully done, Iw ondered what the big 'punch line', if you will, at the end would be. I love this one. and the analogy is very impressive... good job! : -P Gabriela