The morning seems darker than it use to be,
the dew are thicker an more heavier, they make their
way to the petals of every flowers on the fields.
We never could have figure out the secret of the
situations at hand, nature was in control so all we had
to do was protect our hopes.
The home of all the wonders in the world has been
destroyed, and now they are all around us creating
Chaos has been banished, and now the day look more lively than before, our hearts can now be at rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem