Signatures of fame lie faded in beds of those who prefer
to remain obscure.
Nothing really mattering to them except simplicity and
a totally realistic view on life.
Knowing all the strife that's gone through, not allowing
it to mar the truth of beauty surrounding us in this world.
Sacred and blessed by God to have this earth and nature
flourishing everywhere upon it.
Our senses being fulfilled as we walk along pathways He
has created for us in destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem