Gray skies stretching across the heavens, taking me with
them for an awesome ride.
Traveling at the speed of sound, taking in everything as
I fly and soar above it.
Taking a rocket ship into outer space, just because I can
through imagination.
Becoming a super sonic individual, nothing able to stop
this incessant writing in a landscape of goodness and
plenty.
Loving beautiful bouquets coming into existence in spite
of all the grayness surrounding this mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem