Searching and defining secrets of the ages, placing
it's wisdom and knowledge into volumes of literature.
Holding onto their memories throughout they years,
lifting spirits and taking them silently into land-
scapes of tomorrow.
Using their meanings to bring forth moments in life
that have been forgotten, bringing them into fruition
once again.
Seemingly to entice new ideas and adventures into
existence, tapping and beating to the tempos that are
constantly being taken into other atmospheres for safe-
keeping.
Lifetimes and dreams being taken along into edges of
forests, walking along the perimeter and smelling the
scents of pine trees.
Listening to God from within their depths, nothing to
disturb or destroy their inner rhythms as they are
sitting there soothing wildlife that is still living
within it's realms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem