Climbing trees in this mind, remembering how when younger,
climbing as high as possible, hanging onto a branch high
above, letting go and landing on both feet.
Immediately climbing back up and doing it again, always
loving that feeling of falling, adrenaline shooting up-
wards throughout this body.
An amazing way to gain self-confidence and esteem, always
making one feel in control naturally, looking to nature
for fulfillment as this poet became one with nature at a
very young age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem