The beauty for eyes
It is our belief
And provides relief
To tired eyes
And provide answer yes
The natural arm of an almighty
Sometimes present natural beauty
That no one believes to be real
Everybody has different feeling
Your eyes remain wide open
When see the petals of roses and green leaven
The tree is in full blossom
With leaves falling seldom
So thank god
And read
Message of his power
The beauty is thing of joy forever
No one knows
What blows?
In gentle winds speed
It is really love that feeds initiative
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I would like to translate this poem
No one knows What blows? In gentle winds speed It is really love that feeds initiative