Sublime tranquility,
The echoing of a placid lake,
The soft calling of a Jay.
Heaven scented breezes
Cleansed by now distant rain,
Sweet ambient silence,
Dusking skies ablaze
With streaks of orange and red.
Willow’s silhouettes gently breathing
As they weep,
And, all seems to simply say:
Kneel for I am here.
5-19-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem