I am lying against the great willow tree
Its rough weathered bark and strength contacting me
While the gentle warm wind caresse and stroke my face
Far away from people in this most tranquil place
I am watching the great birds fly
Its fine feathers catch the light as they go by
While the gentle suns rays massage and warm my face
Far away from people in this most tranquil place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a beautiful place to be....lovely poem...thank you...Fi