He is the wind against your face,
The warmth from a loved ones imbrace,
He is the best taste to the buds,
He is the real feelin of true love.
He is the stars that light the night sky,
And the breath blown into you and I.
He is the trust when it is needed,
He is energy when we are depleted.
He is the rain to the soil,
And the bloodline of the royal.
Yet still in awe we see but nod,
With the same question who is God?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem