I am a hidden treasure,
with no way to be found.
I am nature,
from the wind that blows on the vast sea,
to the trees in the garden that sway in the breeze.
I am lost,
under many layers that are all just a show.
I am complicated,
a puzzle that no one can resolve.
So...who am I really?
Nice, and a truely gd question for us all at the end, gd poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written about that enigmatic question that has been asked since the dawn of consciousness