Our world seem to have a mind of its’ own
Green grass grow gradually
Streams and rivers flow gracefully down to meet the ocean
Oceans glide and slide with such ease
The stars above twinkle in the night sky
As the wind whispers wildly
They carry with them
Secrets of the unknown world that we have yet to discover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem melissa. keep writing.