Nature beckoning again to come and write of it's many
aspects, as it trips gaily throughout the morning
sunrise.
Being touched and tantalized by rays of beautiful sun-
light streaming into my being, giving reasons to
continue writing and living in the realms of nature's
avenues.
Strictly adhering to beauty surrounding poetical verses,
as they are created and founded in many natural visions
and being articulated in many styles and forms of verses
as the poet.
Stilling and calming any troublesome ideas, turning them
around and continuing into recesses of intellect where
they always find a home for their entire lives.
Being transferred to libraries filled with literature
for unending reading into the future by whomever wants
to read them after I am definitely gone from this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem