Reflection of a tree in a doctor's office visit,
placatingly signifying nature's choice of a
natural subject for a poem.
Taking time to caress it's fascinating
architecture and beauty with my mind.
Seeing a gentle breeze blow it's little twig
limbs in time with daylight's rhythm.
Patiently waiting to be seen, content with the
time I have in mind to create and develop
another calculating poem in favor of nature's
birth of within my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem