Realizing the beauty of this life in nature,
letting it fill me completely and totally.
Trees reaching out with their branches, very
delicately touching my mind with shimmering
leaves.
As they brush against my thoughts, pleasure
fills me with their existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem RoseAnn I could picture the trees reaching out with their branches.