Not a single memory of birth.
A toddler with short span of memory.
What a great life to experience growing up.
All the nature and our experiences as individuals.
Mountains peak up high,
The flowing of river,
The depth of an ocean and it size,
The trees,
The wind blowing of the leaves,
The blooming of flowers,
The change of seasons,
The experience of love,
The beauty of the moon and stars,
The rain without thunder,
The blue sky without clouds.
The beauty of the world is never ending
We as individuals are living to tell our stories.
I shower the moments of all my existence with love and joy,
And I'm thankful for the experience.
Next life I wouldn't chose this experience,
It wasn't so bad and it wasn't so nice either.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem