A valley of flowers
waving and swaying
like a cheering crowd
caught up in victory
of the winning wind,
dances with delight
heads held high
praising the sun
for the life
they've won.
Existence engaged
at this
the simplest sensation,
glory and grace
in primordial presentation.
Beautiful Smoky, you paint a lovely scene of flowers and philosophy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, a wonderful write.