Soaring across open spaces, gliding on the wind
with many acres of fertilized open memories.
Watching tops of trees gently slide to and fro
in the evening of a setting sun.
Blessed once again by the solace of our Lord in
a simple daily event.
A miracle is performed before anyone realizes it
has happened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A winsome poem and a gentle reminder of what a miracle this planet is.