Beating rhythms with light beyond nature's early call
in mornings of excellence.
Breathing pleasurably in time with gentle breezes
flowing through the atmosphere.
Living in tune with everything of God's divine plan,
knowing life is continuing it's purpose above all else.
Taking in stride, daily trials and strife, trying to
not be disarmed by it's insistence, yet it becomes
disturbing in our minds as we constantly deal with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem