There's a secret place
Where eyes see for miles.
Flicking over the land
They spectate a serene dance.
The green grass flowing,
Possessed by something unseen
Bending to the cold ground
Yesterdays filth being cleansed.
The November sunrise
Lights October leaves
Of fire-like color,
The illusion of the blaze.
The water in the pond
Dances with concentration
Acknowledging gliding spirits,
That puppeteer its movement.
All things in this forest,
Are one with the wind
As they dance to its melody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The imagery is awesome, just vivid enough, but room for imagination of my own. Found it hard to get a rhythm while reading, but no biggy if you weren't going for one :) I like anything on the concept of the world and or nature, and it does speak well for the seasons and cycles your portraying.