Can you see the destines;
written on the clouds over us?
Or hear the words of the trees;
shouted into the winds that blows towards us?
Or even sense the exact moment;
the day raptures out o the night?
Or perhaps taste the first breath in us as newborns?
then we may perceive why we live,
with the airy smell of the presence of a creator being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem indeed, what I see in the clouds is a picture of beauty created by the Lord, whispers of the Lord may come to us as winds blowing through the trees. God shows us miracles everyday of our lives for there's a new born baby born everyday and it's amazing to see them take their first breath. Of course I've sat and watched night turn to day but could not tell the exact moment. I find your poem soothing, I like it very much.--Melvina--