Frogs shift their feet
to the wind and earth's song
A frog, I make leaps
under the understory
amid lily pads and shallow ponds
Scuttle on, you frogs
Carefully,
through the rainforest
to the other side
Awake to witness the brilliant sun
I fell to my back and thought I might stay to die
But a frog makes leaps
about the forest floor
Though life draw out
tears and blood
to dissolve in the waters
Still frogs are meant to make leaps
So upright, onward I thrust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awake to witness, good one, thanks.