Under tall trees, eating lunch, enjoying this mild Arizona
afternoon with nature, calmly writing, feeling soothed
from within.
Serene, placid like the center of a lake when there's no
wind or breeze, taking time listening to music, while look-
ing up into these tall trees.
Leaves gently hanging from their branches strength just
above, wonder in this mind on how delicate a tree actually
is once things go beyond their trunks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem