Watching wind invisibly spinning around the courtyard,
picking up leaves, scraps of paper and swirling them like
dust devils.
Trees bowing down to Mother Nature, waving and moving in
symmetrical rhythms of silent melodies.
Lights shining and reflecting in shapes against the walls,
splashing their shadows in many directions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, I like it, thanks,