In younger days of life, finding self amidst nature and
always enjoying being alone within it.
Climbing trees, hanging upside down, running everywhere,
taking life's moments with the excitement given to me.
Loving adventures, discoveries and alluring events that
nature always presented to this being.
Finding weeds with large pods, picking and bringing them
into the house in spite of Mom's protests.
Sitting down with paints and brushes, turning them into
parrots, all types of birds from an inner imaginative
intellect.
Enjoying the creativity that was always found within
immediately, never having to wait for it to enter my mind
and intellectual imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem