Blue skies gathering their skirts around them as
they step over and into a flowing river beneath
them.
Slowly at first, checking the temperature of the
water, then being satisfied, jumping in to cool
off for a while.
Floating and diving beneath it's depths and upon
it's surface, peaceful and serene.
No one being any wiser, a private place all their
own in the center of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem