More or less, lover of sky,
Smaller and nearer, lover of ocean,
Actually, life is large, and
We live here for good.
But rarely, the truth is discovered by us,
We are the product of the truth, though.
We are truly great souls, but
The agitation has no role, we know.
We are the air and we are the water,
We are also the flowers and we grow
With the power of our will.
Nature is there to help us
In all areas of developments,
But we are poor to receive anything here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem