Mother Earth Sings
Like the winds and words of massive poetry,
Mother earth sings,
A composer for mans thought,
Always brilliant, always hopefull,
She sees the quandaries of her little children, knew of their despair,
But like the ever ebullient creator,
She brings another dawn with choirs of morning birds.
She knew the cruelties of the unkind fate,
And the invaluablecasualties
But a night of terror cannot disuade her for another favor,
She raises again a plethora of nature childrens.
From the cradle of fine looms and earth anda new formented incantasions for poetssongs,
For the unbelievers and the sick, to wish they were given another chance for life,
For repentance, and the penitent.
To correct an enormous mistake.
She summons again
A garden of flowers,
And newly birthings of fresh sprouts, hidden tropical resorts for explorations
And out of the sky suddenly,
A ray of golden sunshine for her favorite sons and daughters.
As she wish, her sons and daughters regain and again and again their trusts for the holy mother.
This why like a massive onslaught of beautifulpoetries our mother earth sings.
For the poets, the philosophers and the scientists to dream beyond the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
our mother earth sings./ For the poets, the philosophers and the scientists to dream beyond the stars. - - -] a beautiful encouraging thought and so elegantly put! ! ! 10
from benjamin chiu uy, thanks again esteemed poet for another round of applause thanking you again and again for this kind of support,