Dear GOD,
I praise you now. How
Beautiful is the morning
When water drops down
In shapes of crystals and
Showers of rain. When
Under my feet is wet,
And the grass is moist
And the insects are gone.
How beautiful, so
Beautiful is the gush
Of water in the wind.
But then, they’re scary.
So prove that you are
The Mighty One, please
Protect us, shelter us
Under your strong earth.
All your creations
Will weave a rainbow
And be hydrated for
Some moments, Lord.
Thank you for showing us
Your greatness. And as we
Are all helpless – In your
Power, we shall inherit
The earth. And your kingdom
Here, will be a beautiful
Place to stay, for us, your
Children. Guide us, GOD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem