Restless and longing to get back outside to nature's abode,
feeling cooped up way too long in this conference room, my
mind already outside.
Imaginatively jumping and running down dusty pathways
and trails through the desert lying before me on the other
side of a window.
Promises of fresh air, breath-taking views and fantastic
picturesque portraits of nature, truly realistic, awaiting
my presence shortly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem