Listening quietly to moods of music as songs are played,
being inspired by each and every one, throughout the
years.
Portraying images that come through rhythms, taking their
places in moods of positivism, claiming processes that
bring effective possibilities to bear on many minds.
Intellectual concepts, pure and innocent as they are sent
quietly along, in tempos and notes as colors fill the air
with their senses and awareness.
Touching and playing with all their rhythms as they move
in and across landscapes of this beautiful nation, so
proud of our flag, and the U.S.A. that our Veterans have
preserved for we American citizens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem