Galloping into canyons of an interior desert, taking it
all in stride while focusing totally on the tempests
blowing across this arid desert.
Trees and plants, cacti blossoming into the atmosphere,
beautifully and haphazardly reaching toward heaven,
longing to return to where they were once created and
born through nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem