Hiding in fields of high grass, flowers blossoming
faithfully like always.
Colors falling like rainbows from the skies and
filling them with beauty and grace of another life.
Anointed from above and below by God and nature,
nothing being left to chance or destiny.
Sincere purposes being touched upon without any
untoward effects from anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem