There will be sweet rains from the heavens
On the ground, and doves of
promised land
Will soar with the gleeful song's forever.
Winter-wren and seagulls would dance,
And winds would play the music band,
And that falcon leading the bird's empire
With pleasure, and
pomegranates, figs, and olive trees,
Healing herbs the red and green.
His treasure is so infinite as to renew pleasure,
Greene-greene, that human eye has yet not seen.
Rabin, and Nadine will appear with their teens,
To walk in Eden's robe on a humid night.
A splendid scene with roses in their hands
Toward their new home, getting a blue dome.
May you and I, live in peace with high esteem
Ahh, but you've got to submit your intentions
And wishes to Him alone, give the slightest
Heed and indeed, He never laid down to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An immensely beautiful and gifted write. A well chosen poem of the day!