Nature waving to my mind, reminding me of it's wonder,
wanting itself written into poetry for posterity.
Leafy shadows caressing hundred degree concrete with
mindful touches, delicately performed, doing no harm.
Satisfying a majority of brain cells with sincerity -
gingerly holding them in limbs of quiet freedom in a
passing storm of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem