Outside, sitting on a bench, waiting for a taxi,
writing and listening to music.
Flowers, beautiful and yellow, waving in a morning
breeze beside me.
Feeling a little uncomfortable, having just had
surgery, but feeling alright.
Watching shadows of trees moving in the wind, their
silhouettes gently moving to the rhythms of nature.
Watching people come and go, just enjoying this
beautiful Arizona weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem