An endless cascade of crystal drops,
Weeping, the rock slowly sets the flood free,
From a cool green cliff.
Like a hidden ocean being revealed,
one trickle at a time.
The water dances over the rocks,
laughing merrily,
As it plunges smoothly towards the earth.
A misty curtain of rain rises,
From the dark deep pool below.
The opaque drizzle,
Slinks through the steaming green,
And caresses the branches of the grove,
With slender icy fingers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fountain like poem with rich vocabulary resembles the poetess Sandra.Fowler. I like very much of the flow of this poem Starr.