I love travelling o’er hills and dipping into valleys,
Moving across mountains and sweeping plains.
I love resting in the shadows and reflections of sunlight in hidden caves.
But nothing can compare to the brimming lake of liquid sweetness
Within forest thick and dark.
The excitement in discovery of a world as many parts.
You might call me ‘mountaineer’,
To reach the summit is my goal.
Or maybe I’m a hunter, searching for prey so bold.
But I prefer the term ‘explorer’ since it can mean so many things
Of nature, knowledge, life and love, not least the human form.
And therein lies the secret for which we all were born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem