Light blue sky, an occasional white cloud lazily drifting by,
a gentle breeze blowing palm fronds in a slow waltz, a rhythm
all their own.
Cooling down the atmosphere pleasantly, sitting outside and
writing, enjoying the peace and quiet of nature, having been
wounded deeply by others in life.
Now being one with nature instead, finding serenity in the
beauty and picturesque portraits photographically positioned
on these interior screens for all time.
Feeling soothed and calmed through landscapes of nature every
moment of life being lived on earth, feeling the difference
it makes in this poetical life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem