The bottom Of the hill,
and you have dreams for him.
Greatness requires some vision.
The rest is instinctiveness.
Safe and secure, it is full of emotion.
I see the moon and you there around it.
Coming down from white cloud tops.
Soft is the landing.
There now too rest
At the bottom Of the hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IIP: Sounds like a trip down a snow covered hill to rest gently at the foot of the Hill. I enjoyed the read. Very good imagination on your part. Good write. You Friend Lynn