Be it for what it is,
More than what it is not.
Is it a tree that breathes with life?
Does a foothill wish to grow,
Into a mountain?
With people to climb,
Its peak to reach the top.
We know a river flows,
Into an ocean.
Brimming with fish...
And other swimming things unknown.
Although we live to take for granted,
This Earth we leech.
To question what God upon us bestows.
With a seeking to dissect...
Instead of accepting what is,
In an exposing disrespected neglect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a true honest write Lawrence...10++