Trailing along pathways of earth, watching for all manner
of nature's beauty to appear.
Inspecting every little blossom, feeling it's colors touch
my mind with their hues.
Hearing sounds of every natural occurrence, happening in
forests of my mind.
Sensing their appearance in my imagination as they gather
together, rallying for places in lines of future poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem