Beautiful forests filled with pine trees, their scent filling
this mind with a soothing balm of peace that settles intellect
into a complacent, yet vibrant energetic outlook.
Taking this mind into a bluened light within, taking pen in
hand, writing poetry constantly day and night, having learn-
ed the essence of being when only four years old.
Building its passion steadily through the years, a fantastic
and beautiful way to live this temporary life on earth with
a peaceful countenance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem