The wind that blows
The water that flows
The moon that glows
& sea with floes
The birds that fly
Babies that cry
Sixth sense that pry
& every sight of the eye
These mountains which stand
Grains of sand
Tress that expand
& give us a land
Sun that rise
Humans' demise
Shifting colors of skies
Are all signs for the wise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem