The wings of my will
Leads me to a land,
There it halts and
Make a plan grand.
Well it has ploughed
A piece of ground,
Well it has cleaned
And left no trash around.
Over it has spread
A lot of seed,
Full of aim and
Hope in it.
Plants have come out
After some days,
There happens a magical
And wonderful case.
It sprouts fruits
That have the art,
To wipe out filth
And all earthly dirt.
It has a nature
And power to evolve,
All problems of my land
With it I shall solve.
I shall offer
All to eat,
That will turn
Everything fit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, thanks, I like it.