Even a bud, man can’t unfold
With ease like how God does at dawn;
Nothing on earth is in man’s hold:
God is the King and man, a pawn!
To put forth buds is by God’s will;
The bud’s beauty is very great;
But there is beauty within still,
That’s unravelled by God on date.
The flower’s beauty is much more;
It emanates perfume as well;
God’s Nature has secrets in store,
Those men can’t know nor books ev’r tell!
The bud can bloom just by God’s nod;
Sun rays at dawn cast magic spell;
Man’s strength and wisdom look so odd;
Futile becomes his innate skill!
Let man then heed to God’s guidance;
His wisdom is so imperfect;
To his whims, fancies, he can’t dance;
The Creator is One perfect!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-08-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A simple poem telling mammoth truth My heart and mind, this does soothe The poet has skillfully arranged words Graceful like the flight of lovely birds. mvvenkataraman