Nothing growing naturally stops!
Unless...
This process becomes tampered.
And a lot.
Nothing growing naturally stops!
Unless...
Something does this to detest,
What God does to do it best!
Always there's ideas to do,
A thing much better.
Dissecting it.
Creating conflicts.
No one can quickly fix.
Always there's ideas to do,
Improvements made.
Then upset protesters gather,
In hopes permission given...
Will fade from minds to go away.
Nothing growing naturally stops!
Unless...
Something does this to detest,
The work of God.
To start a mess.
Nothing growing naturally stops!
Unless...
Ignorance comes in to enter,
Minds in heads uncorked.
And long gone to have popped,
From their sockets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem