Once I was walking all alone in the sparkling, sunshiny Sierra Mountains.
Up the wooded path a bit a black bear appeared by a knoll on the horizon.
Suddenly I turned to run far far away
But I knew in a quick flash this wasn't play.
Instead I stood as still as the closeby, heavenly trees
In the wide open spot, not knowing if the bear saw me.
I just really didn't know if the big bear
Was surely at last finally gone.
When I looked up it wasn't anywhere though,
Then silently I kept walking on.
The magnificent forest was an ancient and sacred cathedral -
Shimmery and alive.
Later I stopped by a cliff with a deep, wild valley below me
And dancing trees proudly nigh!
I was walking in the Sierra Nevada California when I was in my twenties. Up in the sunny blue sky one day I envisioned written in powder cloud white the word Sacred. In my memory the trees were like spires on many cathedrals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem