Sun making sparkling diamonds on ripples of the sea
As it rushes making soothing sounds, while breaking on the lea.
Seagulls resting on a rock like white patterns of a quilt,
While Orca whales go "blowing" by, and boaters should feel guilt
For following too closely, to disturb them in their play,
Or spoil the feeding pattern that they follow every day.
Two eagles on currents gliding, so high up in the sky..
While down below a sailboat, lazily goes by.
The grass is turning yellow, and Nature's drying out,
But yet she still leaves beauty in other things about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem