It can only be appreciated for what it is,
As it is existing.
To wish for it to become something that it isn't...
Doesn't give it more value.
Or will ever increase its worth.
Not to the one observing...
And diminishing it with wishes.
The one who comes to cherish it as is...
Is the one who sees it as a benefit!
Whatever it is determined to be...
And by who determines it,
Makes it precious.
A priceless commodity.
Praised.
And a much sought after need,
Once that has been determined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem