The mountain air glides through the tree's, flickering the aspen leaves like golden coins.
It rustles the prairie grass in perfect rhythm, like waves on the ocean.
The wild flowers bend back and forth, swaying and dancing in the breeze.
Their sweet smell filling the air.
Above a hawk rides the wind, gracefully skimming the cornflower blue sky.
As the wispy alabaster clouds play hide and seek with the brilliant sun.
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I would like to translate this poem
Ah such beauty in nature! Excellent thought process.