Just here within my fields of falling time
Are searches going somewhere to and seek
Finding time to listen to in their prime
From the ways of going until it is bleak
Happiness is in these strawberries sights
Germinating the flowers and their seed
Sketching turning ways to established lights
That in their bouquets doings a love might read
From within the colors of their reddish glow
Where serenity is awaiting still
We just have to gain knowledge of where to go
To find those pastures for a dream to fill
Take a time to walk and reaching your goal
Every hillside and meadow has a role
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem