Slowly looking toward nature while sitting here, peering
out over the mountains in the very near distance.
Watching birds fly, flapping their wings and then landing
on a billboard to join many others.
Cacti climbing the mountains, looking about them, enjoying
the view as they live where they are throughout many life-
times.
Equally beneficial to their environment, protecting all the
animals with their prickly needles, warning man to stay away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem