Blue skies hanging overhead, clearing my mind so poetry can
be written on a clean slate in the heavens above, gently
breezes blowing through the atmosphere, calming my soul.
Bringing energy into intellect where I write from it incess-
antly, listening to sounds of humanity as it reverberates
and echoes into this mere poet's mind.
Respecting and holding life closely, treasuring it while
we each have our own space and time in it's closely knit
sphere on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem