Being driven through mountains called the "Dreamy Draw"
loving to see their majestic beauty, cacti growing up
and down their sides.
Some of them making it to the top where they can look
out over they city of Phoenix, lovely and enticing,
mountains, deserts and forests hold many landscapes.
Deserts and forests being painted into portraits of
humanity and nature needing to be expressed, often
being experienced.
Enabling poets to write about them in the face of an
imaginational reality that will do justice to aspects
of this temporary life here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem