Wonder swaying in tops of trees, being blown about by secret
silent and invisible winds, tantalizing this mind within and
without.
Allowing ideas, thoughts and concepts to form patterns, de-
signs and thoughtful interludes, musical rhythms playing
through measures of time.
Soothing, gently rocking, suffering in the cradle of an un-
conditional love, positive and everlasting moments of being
together will hopefully come at last.
In the meantime, life lies in the wonder, continuing to sway
in the tops of trees, being blown about by secret silent and
invisible winds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem