Looking out on mountains, cacti climbing them throughout eternity, never speaking a word, but standing, guarding all of nature from invisible beings and harm.
Sunshining down upon this desert, an effervescent feeling of happiness that keeps attempting to stay out of the shadows, loving the desert, writing it into many lines of poetry.
Wind blowing, a never-ending rhythm that's always being heard as musical rhythms keep speaking aloud in tempos of color, bursting to sounds of music.
A wanton empty feeling taking hold and not wanting to let go, wanting this heart and mind to stay until the end when gone from this temporary life here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem