Nature has a task of opulence,
Our natures disregard the majesty
Of a plant in danger that climbs.
Natural virtues are in the soul,
But hills surge on with the winds
Singing in our cliffs, worse than
The laughter of the sea waves.
Nature commands few men,
For men are naturally overcoming
The wilderness, and every year
The plants and mammals override
Each other like food chains.
Nature has to be opulent,
To persuade the major thinkers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem on nature, you have used nice images to decorate your poem, well penned poem, you are a great poet and you write so well. thanks