Picturesque landscapes of desert beauty roll past
as we move down the highway, foot on the pedal
and mind above in clouds, thinking in coded pictures
of colorful hues.
Taken in by the patterns and designs as we drive
constantly past houses, stores, and desert fields.
Shrubbery, trees and flowering bushes all standing
or sitting around on plots of ground, being tended
by Mother Nature.
She continually nourishes them all in her tender
embraces and loving glances of weather, as the waters
shine upon them, blowing their little locks in gusts
of winds.
All so wonderfully and beautifully set in picture
frames of a mind, keeping track of everything innately,
without anyone's outside help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful indeed!