Looking out from under the ramada while eating elk burgers
for supper, seeing the sky, like cotton candy, waiting to
be scraped off and eaten.
Melting in my eyes, mind tasting the sweetness of nature,
seeping it's way into this being, making us one.
Loving the satisfying feeling created in this soul, setting
and watching while enjoying the company of people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem