Like stars above the ground
And roots beneath the earth
Our own is somewhere found
And has its value and worth
The wings of thoughts fly free
Through words that come in sight
For the minutes that settle to be
Inspirations from a risen new flight
And every time we feel our way
In hours of morning and nightfall
With feelings that inside there play
And give us the mode of their call
The deep sea and oceans around
A sky giving longings to more
Reaching your roots and beyond
Faraway hills to further explore
The dreams that crave our taste
Garden of pigments to embrace
Extension complete and emplaced
Life’s expressway and ambsace
And every time we feel our way
In hours of morning and nightfall
With feelings that inside there play
And give us the mode of their call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem