Living in the forest of an interior imagination, enjoying
the quiet, silent stillness enveloping my being incessant-
ly, watching as nature grows all around.
Nourishing and nurturing my soul and intellect with relish
and joy, a perfect atmosphere for this mere poet to write
in, filled with music and rhythms that keep me going.
Free and independent throughout this little life of mine,
enjoying it immensely and definitely, having the time of
my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem