Mounting the muddy trek
holding cracks on the rock
letting hard winds blow
Sweeping through forests
Hear hissing of the stream
nesting birds coo.
Fragrance of flowers;
Blended stench of refuse;
With the rotting trunks
But it is earth's heaven
Sturdy and able
Tall to adopt the climate
Let me embrace nature
Till it is in my arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem