Something new
I see in you.
Wait, and observe
The things all around.
Full of music
And sophisticated.
In season and
Out of seasons
Life move forward.
Forward march is written,
In a rhythmic way
From the very start
Morning to evening.
Take it all curious,
But take nothing serious.
Listen to the murmuring,
Watch coming and going.
Nothing, nothing.
But life and living
All for you
All for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So to say life is nothing.