I went to read my book,
I went to hide in a nook.
I went to sing a song,
Then let the birds sing along.
I walked aside a babbling brook,
And shared it's cool, sweet water.
I ran along the shore,
The beauty of which was from lore.
I searched but then I didn't.
There was nothing to search for.
The feeling deep inside,
Was worth everything I strove for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem