Walking through nature, locating landmarks of yesterday
to be pasted in interior scrapbooks for another day.
Life existing in every tree and cactus growing around
the center.
Blooming cactus, striking my mind with beautiful color
and intense drama.
Spreading the peace and serenity into catacombs of my
imagination.
Collecting every bit and piece to put into future poems,
leaving nothing undone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem