This Is Possible Poem by Ari Alsio

The nature whispers runs autumn day,
pedestrian under the rocky way.
the wind whispers creeps cold and the frost,
feeling the same as Job's post.
The fate of hard for us to try,
you still turns to happiness card?

There will be a wind that lifts our work,
his on a table is enough pork.
yield rises summer activities,
risen from carrots of land and flower in cities.
Their God to thank the hard-working people,
because all of this is possible.