I can not afford to look over my shoulder.
Or sit to allow age,
To slow the pace of steps I take.
Too much has to be expressed.
And my mind has long been satisfied,
By the distraction of entertaining temptations.
Clear are the peaks and valleys I've seen.
Now I live to learn about those secrets kept,
And untold by disrespected trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem