I try to imagine all of my chrysalides
Over hill and dale, and in the far distance,
Sun gleaming on bright, fledgling wings
As they spread and take to the sky;
Bet you never knew my offspring
Would someday inherit the winds of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing imagination... The witnesses Sun, Moon, Sky and Wind and a lot of things will see our generations.