when the wind rises
it is the breath of earth
it comes as a reminder
of the legacy of birth
the land is still alive
the wind is just a clue
to tell me everything
that I already knew
the river is the pulse
the beating heart the sea
the morning and the evening sun
are reaching out for me
the wind observes the scene
and passes on its way
like men and moments do
and every yesterday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem