Don't look at me and stare as if you have seen a ghost
Don't look me, as a pin in the flesh
But look me as, the bone of your flesh.
Don't look down on me, don't look scared, but look happy for me.
Look amazed, as the wind flourish my flawless dreams of profound gratitude to you.
Look prepared, to wear my awareness of you being the valuable creation of God
Don't look around and pretend you don't see nature that beautiful
Don't look at me as a poor thing, but look at me as a precious apple in the hands of my creator
Don't look at me, but look up to God who made you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But look me as, the bone of your flesh. my profound gratitude......my awareness, beautiful nature, you are a beautiful creation of God, look up to 'God who mad you........ very nice poem especially when it leads at the end to God. i love this poem. tony