Discovered.
The Earth is round.
Discovered.
The sky is blue.
Grass is green.
And the leaves on trees too!
Discovered.
Nothing man makes,
Stays in place permanently.
Earthquakes have proven that.
Also winds of tornados and hurricanes.
Yet...
Still,
People find it difficult to accept...
What God chooses to do,
Done to do it.
And...
For whatever the reason is,
God seems to care less...
Who it is that objects,
In protest.
What is or is not,
Their version of 'normalcy'...
God should accept 'and' approve.
"What is it that God is doing to 'us'? "
-The Earth is round.-
"This I know."
-We are just the inhabitants.-
"This, I also know."
-Maybe God has chosen,
Another way to make it better! -
"Who knows."
-That's my point.
Only God knows,
What changes are needed to make.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem