If you try to keep my hand,
To me that is too strong of a demand.
I am my own creature, but a picture in this lovely land.
Look to the north as a guide from within,
Let mother earth show you precisely where to swim.
I choose to let go the worries that flow throughout my heart.
For in the end, all I know is that it was worth it from the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem