Beautiful patterns interlacing among different species of trees, placed in a desert garden alongside a small creek of running water.
Splendid ideals tucked into a corner where life can be reached and touched by nature's hand.
Selfishly holding onto every aspect seen, wanting to keep it to self for all time.
Yet, knowing even as I write, that all who read this will know where I am and will be able to see my little corner of heaven right here inside this and many other poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem