Sun shining upon me through a tinted window,
showing clouds how quickly I write of all of
nature in words of prose.
Statically rooting everything I see in prose,
delicately arranging it in circles of thought.
Poetical music being created from visions of
nature, melded with mind feelings, taken out
to look at and blend together forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem