Own ingrain of emotions and thoughts that seek the growth and worth upon the surround and around of the mind. Toil that stir the ponder upon the unravel of seasons and times that align the deign to nigh. By the growth of insight that sight might nature the eyes the lens upon the turmoil in life. Striving and having the await and wait upon the unravel of times to assign the design of growth. Realize the reap and weep upon times and seasons that enhance the highs and lows in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem