There is beauty all around us,
There is beauty everywhere.
Nobody even notices it,
nobody seems to care.
If we would stop for a moment,
then maybe we would see,
whats going on around us,
and how beautiful the world can be.
But yet we refuse to stand still,
we like to move so fast,
without a real care in the world,
or for how long the beauty will last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A neat, straightforward statement. Some would say, the beauty's eteranl and we're not! ! Thanks.