Branches hanging down over the essence of my mind, giving
expressions to use in time with the unity of rhythm.
Directing into quality of life deserved, seeing landscapes
of emotions, noticing their intense feelings as they are
rolled out onto gardens of our futures.
So much in need of our solemn praise and greetings to keep
them under cover, yet out and learning to live with one
another.
Stepping carefully into canyons of another time, taking
notice of the wonderful surroundings all around us.
Giving it all it's due and watching the sun set itself into
beauty of another evening, the bluest symphony ever heard
under the heavenly sky on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quiet cool its movement to touch the thread of life and beauty. Well exposed and nice.