Listen to the wind
Listen to it's story
Hear about it's works
it's defeats and it's glory
Feel it play along your face
like a strong gentle hand
Hear about where it's been
Every exotic land
Hear about the history
and all the things it's seen
Listen as it washes the earth
and makes everything clean
Let it lift you to the sky
let it fly you there
To the lands you've never been
let it carry you to no where
Just enjoy ride that only comes once
when your young and still new
Not everyone gets ride this ride
No, very very few
Only the very few people
who can let their imaginations run wild
Who know they can still grow up
but can have the imagination of a child
The wind now gently sets you down
and whispers goodbye
It touches my face one more time
then leaves toward the sun drifting to the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.