Outside of my tent
I sit on the ground
watching the nature
that lives all around
The peaceful sounds
are all around me
and nature’s breath
of wind, blows calmly
The smell of pine
on every tree
the gentle rivers
flow with ease
The morning sun
it shines so bright
catching all
within it’s light
Leaves all scattered
on the ground
fell at random
without a sound
This peaceful place
is full of things
full of wonders
and mysteries
A comfort zone
this nature is
a place for freedom,
sweet sweet, bliss
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I would like to translate this poem
A man who has the capacity to love nature so, will never lack for joy. Thanks for sharing a bit of your bliss in this poem.