the early morning rain
just stopped.
water is seeping
to earth.
the road is still
wet.
i am sitting by the
window
viewing the hills.
there is so much
peace in my world here.
i speak to myself
without the use of
words.
the heart speaks and
asks, Do i really need
to ask for more?
and then the sun peeps
in between a two-breasted
mountain.
an outburst of light
so passionate and warm
as gentle as nature
is kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem