Rhythms moving, flowing through the atmosphere, getting
caught in branches and grasping leaves along with the
wind.
Bending and moving in time with nature, a wonderful sight
to see, appealing completely to the essence of my being
while watching, writing to pleasant feelings of serenity.
Adjusting mind waves, attuning them to individual moods
of this mere poet, listening to music, seeing images
within this mind and writing them in poetry journals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem