Ashes to ashes
Rose to Rose
A poet for poems
A pen for prose
A bee for a flower
A flower for a bee
The endless hours
But what for me?
Love for the pained
And pain for Love
A tree for its shadow
A spring for the tree
Show me anything
That’s for me!
Many a questions
Like this I had
Never answered
It made me sad
But then, I guess
God has his way
Of letting me know
On my given day
All these flowers
And the bee
Both the shadow and the tree
The spring leaf new of Cheery
All the other things that I see
They were made only for me
That’s god’s way of answering prayers
Devine way to show that he cares
Pain and love, emotions true
God sent gift... and its you!
Thus I knew, it’s meant to be
Precious you, my destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem