Divine wonders are all about
Extending from depths to top,
We hope, we dream, we snort- we pout
Praying we carry more then a mop.
Yet one thing that I've observed
in my travels on my equestrian by-ways.
While the Lord makes all Light-
Sure, we can survey all in our sight-
It is we who make all
of our days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem