Waking in the early morning, nothing to say, being silent
and comforted in solace of the sun rising so expertly and
quietly.
Watching and being mesmerized by the existence of another
time still existing within this mind, taking everything in
stride.
Intellect capturing the essence of nature and my being,
carving senses from patterns of music and rhythms, action
gathering faster as tempos begin picking up speed.
Taking me into depths of beautiful landscapes, nothing to
stop or interfere with what life is preparing to do in end-
less forms of destiny as they unfold in eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem