your mind has the power
to create and judge what appears
before your eyes
the river can be a snake
a huge and long one that swallows villages
or it can be a mother
that provides all the thirsty people
with the necessary water
it is not only us that looks upon
them and judge them with
how we perceive
they too look upon us
they can even make us prisoners
stones or birds
children or ticks
so we too must be kind
as kindness begets kindness
praise the rain
pay homage to the spirits of the trees
talk to the river
dance with the clouds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem