Supposing I became the cool breeze that slipped
through your early morning window brushing your day and cheek awake,
would you know me then wrapped around you holding you safe?
Supposing I became the gentle sun that broke your first steps
into the working week, would you know me there
on the pavement warm beneath your feet?
Or perhaps the starling in the sky above
or the heron by the low running creek
or the purple thistle by the rugged path
which holds you standing
watching the fluttering wings of a butterfly landing.
Would you know me then?
For I am here in all nature's bounteous gifts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderfully, consoling poem, giving the reader an insight into life beyond how we conceive it and how we are all at one with nature or should be. It flows beautifully and is a credit to you.