In 2030, I may be no longer around.
My body may have decayed under ground.
But the trees and good deeds, I planted today,
will still give shadow and joy to all in a way.
As long as we serve and help and care,
even a spoonful of love may bend reality.
Small things that are good, just and fair
may well live on into the world of eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be good - be happy. The phrase I share daily. Peace to you and yours, Aufie.