Looking down upon earth, seeing clouds looking like giant
cotton balls below our jet, farther out, snow filled fields
seem to be spreading throughout the atmosphere.
Even further away, it looks like giant icy glaciers hovering
in mid-air, a wonderful winter wonderland throughout the sky,
everywhere I happen to look.
Reminding me of when my friend was telling me all about the
glaciers in India that I haven't yet seen in my lifetime,
my friend promised to show me when I go back to India soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem