Sturdy, being erected in a forest for creative ability,
to be free to roost in the beauty of nature, belonging
to the night at times.
Just wanting to proliferate through the distance of yes-
terday, living for the freedom asked for by those now in
vying for control.
Wanting no more graft or corruption, for they have been
taken into the interior abyss of negativity and gotten
rid of finally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem