Flowing beneath bridges created in our minds,
we attempt to float though life and take the
easy way out.
Not always realizing that we are missing the
best arts of our lives, because we tend to
not look at processes of nature as we wend
our way through them.
Taking steps backwards would aid our attention
to think about important, not material things,
as we move forward into another decade of
maturity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem