I used to enjoy my walks in the forest,
Among the lush greenery there,
Until I doubted the Maker of the leaves
And the fowls in the air.
I interviewed the birds,
Which just whistled at God’s wonder.
And looked at the leaves,
Which did proclaim their Designer.
Yet I doubted His glory,
And His divine authority,
Until I pondered again on the verdure,
Which made my vision clearer.
Now I delight in my walks in the forest,
Among the lush greenery there,
While I proclaim my great Maker,
And whistle with the fowls in the air!
Copyright © Christian Ratnam 2007
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write; loved how you tied the last stanza back to the first one, while showing personal growth. Well done.