the purest flame
is that which is contained
within a single drop of morning dew
the old sturdy oak
makes peace
between light and dark
giving birth to a sanctuary of shade
the gentle breeze comes
bearing kisses from the sea
the caterpillar sets her sights
on the butterfly's lofty heights
in hopes of one day becoming
one again with the wind
even the worm takes flight
in the song birds breast
gaining its wings
in life after death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem