Rejoicing happily, being thrilled this afternoon by sounds of
Morrison being played on the other side of living as people
dance and enjoy the sensations of feelings being washed and
rinsed in the wonder of all that's being created.
An energy that continues to build within each of us so very
creatively as we sit and listen to appealing mysteries coming
through musical rhythms in depths that continue to reverberate
soundly.
Giving a belief in the curiosity of human nature, now rocking
this town of Carefree in measures of rodeo playing music that
picks up up into the spirit of the good old west where life
was always so simple and good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem