Natural life has an aura shaped around it, bending, molding,
forming itself to meet every situation life undertakes to
hand it.
Unfolding solutions, solving problems, taking into consideration
every facet and aspect connected to final answers.
Hopeful at the ending of it that dreams will begin to come
true, stretching out, attaining and meeting goals at last
within the grasping of folded hands.
Natural life has an aura brightly colored, vary-shaped,
reaching out, meeting and accepting the actual life to be
lived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem