Wet and green surrounds
This land of extreme weather
Frail are its tenants.
Life in nature exists
All live then pass on with naught
No tears are counted.
Watching I grow old
Spring summer autumn winter
Eyes and hearts learn most.
The wind whistles songs
You can hum along wordless
In tune with the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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