The high noon sun, is shining bright today,
As a light breeze, moves the tree limbs, to a sway.
Branches, are covered, with green shiny leaves,
Honeysuckle vines, crawling up the trunk, with ease.
Sitting at my desk, as I look through, the glass,
As I have so many times,
Whatever the season,
Peaceful, beauty, in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem