Serenely gathering thoughts like a tree growing moss,
around it, taking in all thoughts, images, ideas and
novel inventions made up at this very moment.
Filled with an immensely quiet aptitude, reading
signs of nature bestowed within, while life is enjoyed
only temporarily, with a peaceful knowledge that ebbs
and flows with tides each day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem