She dreams of clouds sprinkled with splendours
of vivid gold, rich amber and silver
raindrops of hope, joy, love and optimism
eagerly collected in the vast umbrella of her dreams.
She floats through alluring streams of fragrance
in the sacredness of our ancestral woods
where the time cradled the first tree
and where brittle life began to be poured in moulds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem