In a dark winter dawn
The stars began to pale,
Suddenly I heard a whisper
OF the winds summoning me,
Then I flew through the woods
Over crunchy old leaves.
Sometimes I stumbled upon rocks
And dropped on my face,
But still hobbling and wobbling
By not bothering pain
I reached the winds
And helped them getting out the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem