of transformations not
as in deserts only
but as in life if
you close see and watch
the plants, trees and we,
and all of life.
And other things too
they be a pearl
in their gloom hidden
beneath their sad brows
there be gowns of gold.
We humans be
gold mines hidden but
alas! our mines we ignore
and weep in our dread
lamenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so very true.