The trees were dancing in the moor.
It was stormy with a rainpour.
I prayed to God and asked for no more.
As the waves went high on the chest of the shore.
And the winds blew with a roar.
Frightening the men on board who were number four
God listened to the prayer and opened the heaven's door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem