lost of many words where
to say but it is
confined in my most
conventional
way of saying that
the world we live in
is a place, suited for
human being to
procreate our species
when the ultimate
source of life takes the most
, benevolent decision,
to create, it is a
purposely plan that
the place be in the
beneath with so many
beautiful stars in the
universe
it's an aura of creation,
that shadow the essence
of God's ultimate work
a perfect harmony of all
created above and under
heaven, a state of alpha's
illumination of energy
all is created, with purpose
a lines that every one's
heart will amen, that for every breath
of life is free, a gift to remember
the meaning of creation and
a God who is the omega of
all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem