As the pink dawn rose
Over the mud flats
A serenity unmached
The glassy surface
Becoming a mirrior
For the rising hills
Its solitary wavering
From the noisy conversation
Broken down silence
By the 'Geese'
Waking from the
Roosting night
Ruffled feathers
Setting flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's quite a visual, could feel the serenity in that broken down silence taking flight. Thanks Howard!