Only once in the past
I thought I would see the mountains
Surrounded by lush green, high arrogant.
I thought I would know the secret of difficulty
The rule of affection for pebbles.
I thought I would save the experience of this rare travelogue in my bag.
I will open it sometimes and share with my dear friends.
High elegance became intensely involved
in all aspects of my life
Stayed in all the words of morning and evening
I have never learned to be so quiet
Gradually
the sound of the wind
the smell of green
being accustomed to silent grazing,
I can now float myself in silence
I can easily be happy to see the falling leaves.
Now I preserving continuous silence.
A beautiful poem on nature. It is the healing touch that nature provides keeps us fit and happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine piece.....like it very much....