Leaves gently sweeping through memories, touching the beauty of
nature in all it's glory, delicate and peaceful, justifying the
creation of the world and given to all of humanity for it's use.
Securing our places in this world temporarily until we find our-
selves on shores of a final sunsetical horizon, waiting to cross
over.
Becoming in heaven's realms once again from whence we once start-
ed before being born on this earth; a totally wonderful and fan-
tastic portrait of what we all were before being born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem