Spring brings new beginnings.
Or so it seems,
As each Spring season brings...
An array of fresh buds to bloom.
In a variety of displayed ways.
And birds heard to announce,
The arrival of dawn.
More noticeable as one lives on.
From one stage of life to another.
Feeling closer to nature.
Done to realize and accept,
This experience of life...
Has its relationship with similarities.
Than differences overlooked to neglect.
Perhaps,
It is the choices made.
To be blessed with awareness.
And an ability to delude.
With it done to take for granted,
That everything created by God...
Has one thing in common.
Life to live as is wanted and wished,
By 'something' beyond phenomenal.
Even to be called God,
Would never represent or define 'Its' talents.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem