Outside this window, nature is slowly flowing by,
so timidly that it can't be seen or noticed by
anyone, but a poet.
An intense stillness being focused, watching and
actually seeing the stillness fill the atmosphere
with it's essence.
Enveloping everything in a placid doily of beauty,
silently being portrayed here in a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem