Merciful, merciful
These hills are merciful
They ride upon the mountain tops
They celebrate their
companions joy
They hold their breath
and plunge into the ocean
awaiting the day they may
arise again
They dance with laughter
and choke with glee
They march on endless,
even through the depths of the sea
They are ancient warriors
They are newborn babes
Fire breathing dragons
Our centre stage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem