Lazily floating downstream on a raft of thought, hand trailing
in the water like a wisp of wind, disturbing it's surface ever
so gently.
Reflecting images spiritually of purity and innocence riding
alongside throughout life, beautiful ideas falling like rain-
drops upon this mind.
Watering and nourishing them lightly with serenity and peace,
heart, mind, soul feeling their gentle hands touching every
thought and feeling coming to mind in writing prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem