Trees being blown about, scattering reminders throughout
the atmosphere of life being lived here on earth.
Binding thoughts taking their place in memories, bliss-
ful ideas that have been fulfilled throughout the years.
All being nondescript at times, yet being held to the
light of truth without ever backing down.
Tripping through life, giving up their essence to be
written into poems by this mere poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem