God's gift to man
is sunshine bright.
God's gift to man
is dark of night.
God's gift to all
are leaves that fall.
God's gift to all
are trees so tall.
Observe all this
and rightly know
that even in the flakes of snow
through all these things
God's breath does blow.
Breathe in His breath
that comes to you
and feel the tingle
of nature's view.
His gifts are yours
to always keep.
They allow you rest
and peaceful sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My dad served in Afghanistan He taught me the green eye of the little yellow god