Mesquite trees reaching out to this mind, green and
thorny, laughing at my reluctance to come close and
hug them.
Standing tall and proud in this Arizona sunshine,
fulfilling God's glory in a spectacular way, look-
ing into their depths.
Following their fragile limbs along edges of their
personalities while they laugh mirthlessly at my
timidity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem