No sky is here,
And nothing.
No house is here
And nobody.
But some attachment
You can find, and
Nothing to discard.
And here discover yourself
As a prisoner and
You may link yourself
With anything you like.
But nothing is here
No water no air,
No forest no fire.
Still, I am to write,
Write about the mountains,
About the end and
Also, about the beginning.
I have to write to tell
All about life,
To give a message that
There is a honey hive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
about life we are to know