When twinkling eyes cast shadows
The waterfalls wings fly to dry lands
I climb the largest oak tree
And descend to the thirsty land and die,
As the sky scrawls the tip of the moon
The wind ushers a school of leaves
The river dances and rolls with a whisper,
Its a hundred mile search for sister.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem