the rain falls in soft trickles
to the ferns beside the tall Hawaiian palm
soft winds from the sea keep on coming and going
as the scent of fried egg floats in the kitchen
spreading in the balcony where i sit and
savor all the beauty around me
i. the spectator, sip brewed coffee
made by a monk some miles away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem