Sweet nectar falling from the sky,
Longing to hold out my tongue, and
Taste its goodness.
As the trees sway back and forth from the wind,
and its vibrations clap on their leaves,
The sweet nectar bathes the roots of life,
Allowing us to live,
Another past,
Another present,
Another future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem