When walking on the plain of grass
Passing beyond the hilltop,
The rain started to drizzle over the tree
That stands only in his story.
No sooner reached the point
Than the rain started to leak down the leaves
And the grass cropped up
From the point the tree stood.
The birds hidden into the clouds
Coming out to sing sitting on the tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem