Increasing vibrations as music fills the atmosphere,
a stillness of this spirit being filled interiorly
with peaceful serenity.
A voluminous treasure of thoughts attracting chords
and rhythms into a landscape of imaginative poetry,
stepping along pathways of intrigue.
Lively and vivid pastures of life being transformed
into wide open environments where many ideas reside
alone.
Pure and innocent, awaiting their time to blossom
within poems of essence and purpose, all of them
cherishing every moment of life as it unfolds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Under the umbrella of VOLUMINOUS TREASURE you find the arts of music, poetry, natural things blooming in their season, and the model is natural blooming, with us poets also growing over time and also blossoming. This is a profound idea, and in a way dispels things like writers' block, which is a mind stalled by doubts and fears. John Keats agrees with your spontaneous view: HE WROTE A POET SHOULD PRODUCE POEMS THE WAY AN APPLE TREE PRODUCES APPLES!