Like to watch the changing shapes of the clouds
Of the moon merging in the blue cloudless canopy
the detachment and yet the attachment feeling that dawns
indescribable silvery its beauty
and the formation of new stars and the falling ones-
and the seldom appearance of seven stars in a row-
the transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly
life appeals its changing seasons
nature nature everywhere
life embedded in it
either cannot be subtracted
it would be life without air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem