I write my life
Confuse not, I write
Again in rain and
In thunder.
I write, not for
Stones but
For grass.
I write life
Not in clouds
But in clear sky.
Nothing to be discouraged,
But tell the sand
To come with me
For a jump
Not to harm
But to touch the sun
Through sunflower.
Life is to be written
Again and again, I know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem