Thinking, thoughts dropping like dew into my mind,
moistening intellect and nurturing it with positive
aspects of nature.
Seeing images come alive in visions, filling this
mind with a brilliance of life and it's enriching
sensations and pleasure.
Hearing beauty of nature through many exhilarating
tones, rhythms naturally come through innate talent,
always being alert and aware of my surroundings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughts nurture intellect to create visions and to hear the sounds and rhythms of the beautiful nature. Will it be correct to interpret this way, RoseAnn?