Flowers nodding their blossom heads in acquiescence, being
here with them, writing, praising and placing them in bouquets
of flowering poems to show to the world and it's people.
Breezes gusting and whispering, letting us know that Mother
Nature appreciates it very much as she cools us down in this
hot afternoon sun.
Giving all beauty in one little section of a healing garden,
helping to focus beyond what it is I am feeling and going
through.
In this whitened sense of a hot afternoon sun, traipsing
after me as I walk through the garden, appreciating the fact
that it is here to explore and write into.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem