Looking, peering out windows of a door, seeing the sun in
all of it's glory, enlightening the world outside.
Enjoying the brightness of it's focus, letting it warm
my mind as I sit and write.
Gently entering imagination, walking out the door and
strolling down sidewalks, letting nature capture my
essence in it's enticing grip.
Loving how it feels against my being, holding it closely
so as not to lose the gracious feelings it is giving to
me right now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loving and feeling is definitely good in verse. Wonderful poem shared.