From silence, she traveled far and wide
She have seen all, felt all probable tides
Through the endless cyan of buffering clouds
Beyond the earth’s crashing mantle grounds
Where immortals rest to wander free
Where all living creatures will be left abandoned
By freshly crisp nature’s gift – imagine how!
On our bequest, soon a good harvest?
If we continue to ignore her (mother nature) river of tears.........
The portents are not good for mother nature. Solution: Revolution!
This mysterious journey reveals importance of a woman, and creates an atmosphere of longing loneliest wisper in shadowless days........10++++ you may read A JOURNEY from my page
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We must heed her call to save all 10 Daniel