On The Quiet
I hear two birds chirping waiting for spring rainfall.
As the spring thunderstorm comes near, I sit peacefully thinking of life.
My desires, my goals, and my dreams being thought of with self-assurance.
Pondering the secrets inside my heart, meditating peaceful thoughts.
Wishing I can share my dreams with another, calming my spirit.
When the first water drops, it will echo the reflections of my thoughts.
So, in this light, I rest my soul.
Sitting in tranquility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem