Within it's richness is buried behind
peeled back layers.
Shielded by the sunlight of the spirit.
Growth comes beauty from the inside out.
Comes to life, gives to life.
All you have to do is close your eyes take
a deep breath and let it wash your soul clean.
At that moment in time you feel clear in mind
and body.
A spiritual experience.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could always stop
and smell the roses?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem