Dustbowl Of Reflection Poem by Antonio Liao

birth right moves to reach out our ideals,
the navel of the past resemble to find the
venture of every Cherry Blossom flower
to blown out away from the Siberian
winter

hurdle the beautiful landscaping of
Mt. Fuji that crushes the fertile valley of
China's most magnificent wonder of
beauty

the limitless aura of our inner passion,
move every stages of life to capture and
conquer the gift that heart desire and the
beauty of once the heart adore, where
the beginning of birth satisfy its reflection
of time

leave nothing but a pleasure to finish the
promise of creation, the make over of
what life is made for its purpose, for in
every stream of water, comes from every
drops of rain in the clouds

look up, as the grass grown, neither its
breathe have catches the wind to blew
down to the hell, as the clouds surf the
ground to grow, for what ever it sow, the
hands hold

make the day be the call to pursue every
hope and let the memories be a part of the
rain that pour the river and stream, for
only in you the whole creation is complete

behold God's creation......