I wonder what we love about nature... Could it be leaves quaking in the breeze?
A walk along a meandering stream, a stroll among the trees?
Or simply watching hummingbirds a-flutter as clouds go floating by
From a rocking chair upon a porch of a cabin in the sky?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything you said and much much more nature is all about being away from it all thanks