The birth of life in all its forms
Begins its journey the moment it is born
Even a star created out of the thought must conform.
Humanity would have no being without the gift of change
Not to have thought; our minds would have been all the same
We would have never found our God and what a shame.
Without thought we would always remain and be as we are
A human child of more importance than our earthly star
It is thought that will excercise the young mind to grow
To search and please its God; whose presence each will know.
The creator who sanctioned life and gave it energy to glow
The moon cannot become a sun nor the sun become a moon
Humans produce species of beings and all come from the same room.
Our planet earth is the place to perform and hopefully excel
At the end of the journey to hear; 'come my child you did very well.'
We are God's children every single individual one
It makes no difference whether a daughter or a sun.
Our soul is in the image and likeness; of the living holy one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem