Be the grass, that fills my lungs with it's scent.
Be the butterfly, that greets, with its colored bly.
Be the sun, that kiss my eyes,
Be the flower, between my fingers, it gently lies.
Be the spring water, that nourishes my skin,
Be the birds, that awake me in the morning and sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Emotionally nice