If I just stopped to smell the roses,
I would see that this world,
is still a beautiful place.
The turmoil inside this world,
has placed a mask over my eyes,
And this beautiful place,
is passing me by.
Well, all this is changing.
My mask is finally fading.
I can smell the sweet scent of the roses.
There is no turning back.
I will climb the highest mountain,
Ride the biggest wave.
This mask will dissipate and,
I will finally LIVE in this beautiful place!
Lovely poem great thoughts, it is through nature that we find ourselves, we are part of nature and natures part of us. Great write. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome into my garden come grow, bloom and be on with the song of your own soul's singing-----10