Looking up and around, mountains - beautiful and
beckoning.
Saguaros growing on it's side, holding on for
dear life to grasp a little soil.
Flowers decorating everything in sight - giving
color to an already fantastic color scheme.
Grass climbing slowly up the mountainside brings
peace - only peace - to my mind's eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem