it is their
nature
for rain to fall
for clouds to drift
the rise and fall
of the sun
the ebbs of the sea
the seems of the horizon
it the nature of
the river to take
the path of least
resistance, the winding
here you are
this is your nature too
to sit and not to stand
to write and not to speak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem