The little brood it rambles along
a gift from nature to us belong
Within that brook creatures live love and play
in the cold or hot of all seasons days.
We must make sure the brook is always there
with abundant love from God to share.
To destroy anything that God has made is a mortal sin
If you do, don't knock on Heavens door,
Our Heavenly father won't let you in.
Now if there is a little bug that is hurting you
and you kill it (though shall not kill)
I don't know what God will do.
Even the smallest things in life have their place
especially on a sunny day
equal to that of you and loving God's grace.
The sun is always bound to rise.
on beautiful Earthen shores,
be gentle, be kind, so it lasts for ever more.
Billy Vincent Berman 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem