Following the lead of Mother Nature, calmly sitting
in the midst of a coming storm, enjoying it's passive
comfort while I can.
Sun beating warmly upon me, soothing muscles within,
giving doses of vitamin D which I need abundantly.
So sitting, writing, listening to music fits my pattern
and design of intellect as the wind rises ever fuller,
blowing my hair around and also the pages of this book.
Not caring, just being entertained in a quiet contemplation
of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem