Gazing at the moon
Usually brings joy to the heart;
Intent look at the stars
New fresh feelings do start.
One needs not to fret,
ignoring the wonder of nature;
Birds flying high in the wide blue sky
make one think of a bright future.
As man fixes his eyes
Towards something to enjoy;
Aim at what lies ahead,
Not on things that do destroy.
Wise words and a good poem. Nature is good for all of us.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifully made, sir Bernard.