Vines of life climbing interiorly, never heeding
the calling of death until it's each person's time,
then clinging to them as they leave this world.
Delving into the nature of all things on earth, let-
ting go of everything except feelings and emotions
of spirituality.
Caressing it's peace and serenity with careful obedience
so my spirit can soar in the freedom of it's tender and
gentle solace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem