The mountains, majestic and grand,
A sight that makes our hearts expand,
Their peaks touching the sky,
A beauty that we cannot deny.
The moon, a symbol of purity and grace,
Its gentle light shining on our face,
A reminder of the beauty within,
And the peace that we can win.
The river, flowing in a constant tune,
Its murmuring waters, a soothing boon,
A symphony that we cannot ignore,
A song that we always adore.
The sun, giving us warmth and light,
Its rays a beacon shining bright,
A philanthropist of the highest order,
A giver of life, and of wonder.
The rain, falling from the clouds above,
A refreshing shower, a gift of love,
Cleansing the earth, and renewing life,
A wonder that brings an end to strife.
The wind, blowing softly and free,
A soothing touch, a melody,
A reminder of the power of change,
And the beauty that can be arranged.
The ocean, roaring with its might,
Its waves crashing, a wondrous sight,
A symbol of strength and resilience,
A beauty that can evoke our brilliance.
And the changing of the seasons,
A sight that brings us so many reasons,
To marvel at the beauty of life,
And to cherish every moment, without strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem