While posting poems this morning and afternoon, stopping,
looking into the monitor's screen, seeing reflections of
the light above, fan turning about keeping it cool.
Looking further into the screen, watching a tree just out-
side the window, a breeze blowing it's leaves, seeming like
they're waving silent prose to this mind; obliging them by
writing this little poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! ! ! ! ! Beautiful! !