Marching rhythm of an invisible band being played upon a CD,
open and inviting, filling heart and soul with it's essence,
soaring like a skier down the side of a mountain.
Snow falling softly and gently onto the slopes, silent and
gracious, glistening in a morning sunrise, beautiful portrait
of a heavenly dimension.
Here on earth, all is still and quiet, peace settling every-
where one looks, a bright light descending upon this earthly
landscape of serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear RoseAnn, such a heartwarming write👍👍👍