Solo flights of bees flying about the fountain, needing
a drink of water after getting their fill of blossoming
flowers and their nectar.
A peaceful rendezvous with poet and nature being describ-
ed here in this little poem, wandering mind and intellect,
choosing to be calmed in the beauty and wonder of nature.
An early morning habitat allowing this poet moments of
its time to write poetry, describing this beautiful en-
vironment.
Holding and cherishing it on photographic screens within
spheres joyfully carrying their precious memories around
throughout this life, hopefully into the next one also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem