Jump stones
Dodge bending fronds
Scented flower stems
Like magic wands
Hear birds atop
Whistle tunes
Wildflowers
Such magic blooms
Smell fresh air
Perfect aroma
Greatest peace
I'm a wanton loner
Dew glistens
Branches sway
All scents
Come my way
Dripping dew
And fungi towns
Lichen cover
Like Coloured gowns
Ferns so tall
And blackboy power
Australian rain forest
At every hour
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I would like to translate this poem
A happy poem. I really felt I was there right from the beginning of jumping river stones to a feeling of well-being and belonging. A stunning walk through in this visual, aromatic uplifting journey. Beautiful and straight to my favorites.