You are the bud
You are the flower
You are the essence
That draws a crowd to you
You are the earth
You are the cosmos
You are the sound
That makes a song always new
You are the moon
You are the sun
You are the load star
That sparkles in the high north
You are the life
You are the death
You are the hope
That let you live in this birth
You are the voice
You are the struggle
You are the truth
That shines amidst all lies
You are the time
You are the creator
You are the purest
Of souls that never dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here I see a mother being described as everything, that is best or do good in the world, and that is great and sweet. This is a nice dedication to all mothers out there. Thank you for sharing.