In timely presence
We become a comforting spirit,
Reaching out healing fragrance
In different light as we know it.
With a simple touch
Of scent to the soul,
Appear colors in rainbow rush,
And the dawn of hope in a new world.
After the pain
Rain spread its wings
Our spirit swim,
And touch the shadow of things.
The aroma goes everywhere we go
And the difference detected,
In lights that glow
Imparts healing to areas infected.
The aura pause
In the circle of our world
When natures law changes,
We go from silver to gold.
As the soul becomes radiant white
Caterpillars cannot fly,
But when hope touches the light
Transformation is a butterfly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem