Ringing threads of life around trees, watching them
intertwine and grow to great proportions with little
or no nurturing from outside sources.
Imagination takes care of it with no problem at all.
Growing forever in depths of ideal situations.
Rhythms calling to my soul throughout life.
(7: 12 p.m. - 11/01/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem