I walked out one day
to the forest to find
something new,
undiscovered.
I took a small breath
and knew that the air
had not been breathed
or tasted before.
I walked on the crisp
soil, hearing new
plants budding in the spring.
I came across a
moonlight path,
naturally made by the
wood.
I thought that it
hadn't been used,
or seen before.
I wandered on
the path, and on my
way, I saw hikers,
laughing about their
path, their path
they traveled on
every day.
This air had been breathed,
the path walked on,
everything used.
But this time,
mankind hadn't left
its footprint on everything.
This time, mankind
didn't change anything.
And that makes all
the difference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem