There, dappled light is a chameleon
weaving glint and shadow
into an undulating tapestry.
There, each sense intensifies
nothing escapes; it only transmutes
So that air has the power of song
bird cries are floating fragrances
wild grass tastes of rainwater
trees are watchful guardians
and colours assume the touch of healing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem