Creation shows
and will not stray
from God's own laws
and God's own way
The palm tree grows
and greets the day
the wood finch knows
her eggs to lay
The south wind blows
and stirs the bay
the spring lambs play
in new mown hay
The desert rose
puts forth bouquets
as sunshine throws
gold tinted rays
Creation moves
in God's own way
then who am I
to not obey?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful spiritual piece of poetry Liilia!