Forwarding myself into nature's surrounding atmosphere, instantly feeling calm and peaceful, intuitively becoming one.
Stretching, easing, taking moments to look closely at what is going on in nature.
Finding what I'm looking for, each time I see landscapes before me, knowing how lucky I am to be exactly who I am.
There is no other me, I'm at peace with myself and can transfer that same feeling of peace to others in my life.
Yet, some do not respond positively towards me.
Somehow they turn negatively and berate me for being who I am, for being calm when they're stuck in a quandary they don't know how to get out of.
If they'd just stop, quit fighting with themselves, they could respond to serenity and calmness positively and have a nicer life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem