It started simple,
during the years we had pimples.
It was then feeble,
as time passed, to make it strong we were able.
Strong as a full grown tree,
will it continue to be?
The wind blows swiftly,
the seas roar gravely.
Will it stand tall?
Will it crumble and fall?
Many questions, no answers.
Many to blame, no bearers.
Many to forgive, no benefactors.
Thought together we'll face,
together we'll reach any place.
This is just a phase,
it'll get better at its own pace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, very nice. xlent.