Looking outside, our flag lying still upon the flagpole,
looking tired from all the wind we've had lately.
Sky blue with white clouds scattered daintily across it,
looking like a patch-work quilt of old.
Sun shining across the courtyard, tossing shadows all about,
leaves fallen to the ground beneath shade of the tree.
Nature touching the entire environment surrounding this
senior center as our flag looks on, proudly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem