The grown stage of changing
The crown of white rewards
As the field of gress is green
The sun makes it yield gold`
That dress up rejection'
Which has cold benefits`
Like a tree that turns brown
In the season of winter
Although it may reason, it`s fate
'Of age within creation`
Satisfaction had it`s chance
Now the fighter takes vengeance
On every creature on earth
It is part of nature to have birth
And it is also the measure of death
The bridge to cross over
To the other side of no limits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'It is part of nature to have birth And it is also the measure of death The bridge to cross over To the other side of no limits....very true....meaningful poem10