Sitting here, watching and listening to multiple conversations,
not joining in on any of them, looking outside, noticing nature,
silent, regal, desert trees catching this poet's attention.
Trees looking so delicate and fragile in the afternoon sun, all
touching this mind of inner strength that knows in reality they
are strong themselves.
Withstanding all types of weather, surviving succinctly, still
giving a beautiful imagery to write about in many poems through-
out this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem