Strip away the cloth
Reveal your natural layer.
Bear no man-made garment
Display your skin and hair.
Let yourself move freely
Feel the air explore.
Take in the natural beauty
Open up each pore.
Be at one with nature
Be as you were born.
Feel no humiliation
Love yourself, don’t mourn.
Rid yourself of masks
Serve they do to hide.
Put away the make-up
Know the old has died.
Make a pact with nature
Resist material charms.
Surrender yourself wholly
Embrace with open arms.
Sorry, at my age I feel the cold! ! ! ! That freedom comes at a price, and I don't think I could stand the publicity. Nice write, good idea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I skiningly dipped into this one... : O)