One sits in a tree.
One does not know why.
Reasons behind acts, leaf-hid
Birds to grasp - that fly!
One looks on an Earth.
With nothing uttered.
That much is certain. Wind-high;
Wind-buoyed, unflustered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The two paragraphs are a wonderful juxtaposition! Well done!
Thanks so much. Sorry for late reply!