Writing incessantly about life, trying to find reasons
why it exists as it does and why we put up with it's
unstable relationship with us.
There's never a reason good enough to explain it, so
I'll continually write while I'm alive and observant
enough to see nature in all it's glory, surrounded by
a spirituality of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem