Can you see the destines;
written on the clouds over us?
Or hear the words of the trees;
shouted into the winds that blows towards us?
Or even sense the exact moment;
the day raptures out o the night?
Or perhaps taste the first breath in us as newborns?
then we may perceive why we live,
with the airy smell of the presence of a creator being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.