As the skies bright
fade into darkness
night begins to fall
the pond has slowed
its moving
the birds are settling down
the crickets start to chirp
the frog sings a mournful song
trees thick
cover the path
as winds turn to breeze
every sound become a threat
the slightest movement
can be heard
the stillness
starts to move!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem