Come with me to my majestic place of glee,
My place that I call, the wonder of Three.
Where the air will flow through your mind and soul,
Where nature heals, making you whole.
Let me introduce you to the first of the three,
The contentment of the majestic tree.
Roots firmly in the ground, growing tall, standing proud,
From the beginning of time, of him stories were told.
Number two, will teach you as a mother to her daughter.
There is magic contained in him but you know him as water.
Graced and painted with dancing delight of sun beams,
Making you believe in your hopes, desires and dreams.
The last of the three, lies in grandeur and glory,
Giving you the calmness of an ancient bedtime story.
He is mountain the sight of him will leave in awe,
Showing you beauty as never seen before.
So come with me to my majestic place of glee,
The place of water, mountain and tree.
A place, to feel, to see and rest,
A place where you feel nothing else, but blessed.
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I would like to translate this poem
feel nothing but blessed, thanks.