Soothing staccato moods of rhythms telling stories to all who listen interiorly, being attuned and avidly being enlivened through tempos as they fall into the lap of musicians, poets, artists loving this quaint atmosphere within.
Sitting beneath a giant old tree that's giving shade and a peaceful sound as the wind gently blows across a patio where a band is now playing, it's such a wonderful place of beauty right here in our own back yard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem