Can you imagine?
The joy..
The sweat..
The tears
With no water to wash
Because this is good dirt
: eave it on for a bit
And look how it helps
All of you to grow
Just so you know
Gardens...are God
And
Heaven never runs out of water
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvelous, through water in form of tears or sweat or rain, we grow...... :)