wild, innocent and beautiful
peace here is a perfect reality
strangers to captivity
pure relics of creation
no envy, no greed, no flaws
nothing but nature's imputed zeal to bloom and glow
no troubles, no worries
no squabbles, no cries
no crimes nor sins
living in harmony without fuss
for by nature it was meant to be thus
i see beauty in the wild
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem