Capturing the beautiful outdoors in a little space around me,
authoring it's complacent reticence in articulate poetry.
Bereaving the quickness of it's passing along life's shores,
trying to grasp the beauty for a few minutes more.
Disappearing from sight, rapidly diminishing in size, tiny
moments of nature immaterialize to make room for the next
moments in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem