Sauntering into valleys never been to before, 
seeing new shapes and forms of everything in
placid forests and green foliage.
Spreading throughout imagination, collecting
all sorts of beautiful leaves and stones 
scattered upon the ground.
A banquet of visions to be picked up and 
placed in memories, to be looked at time and
again as they've been written down in a poem.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    