an ease, a quiet,
a stillness
as one sits
on a bench
under the tree;
the clouds running quickly across the sky
the water in the lake reflecting what’s above;
and the birds chirping on the branches;
a moment not chained to the past or future
free of thought and wanting
simply in the moment
no judgment
and witness to what presents itself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful write..........nature really a gift to witness.........thank you for your kind sharing.