Traveling down a bumpy road, being thrown back and forth,
mobilizing every muscle just to remain in a seat of choice.
Watching scenery pass by, sensing it's innate nature and
realizing it's frail limitations.
Parting ways only leads to more scenic views with another
focus of nature's reality and memories lying latent until
the next poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem