I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your reader does not do these justice.
I agree. I have to turn off sound and read myself to appreciate.