Lovely is my nature longing.
Lovely Gifts bounteous beings spring
Worldly life, that Lovely is the Nature blooming
moves on growing
Rumbling below flashing obtuse
Beaming faces bleeding profuse.
We in wee by thought and action
Dwarf the growth, the beauty fusion.
Spoil the soil then toil for produce
Stretching hands for help seduce.
Ploughing machine go on rustic
Briefing life of creatures toxic.
While he jobless, hopeless, welcome
Snowy rioting vengeance wholesome.
Who the Creator, but Energy
Unique, transient bubbles’ Savior.
Who then stills the twigs and flowers
Fruits in plenty, leaves as leaving.
Why we Cains and Abels fighting
Why not join to prosper divine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write and an excellent poem! ! !