Sparks of life are flying about like fireflies in a forest,
lighting the way with hope and faith, taking this mind into
realms of the divine.
Walking down carpeted forests filled with pine needles,
touching branches and tree trunks lightly, feeling nature
becoming one with mine, even in the darkness.
This outer world falling apart, as I continue to walk
through imagination, seeing ideas and thoughts being
created throughout the very moments of existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem