Reflections of trees waving to my mind,
calmly characterizing a storm outside the
building.
Being tossed and turned against a backdrop
of the Superstition Mountains.
Serenely soothing thoughts jumbled against
a torrent of emotion, waiting to be written
out in a comprehensible form of poetical
devices.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem