I cannot make the sun rise at the dawn, no matter however strong I may be;
I cannot paint the sky white and blue, nor can I still the stormy seas;
I can't make a colorful rainbow, nor wash the flowers with rain;
I cannot make the birds sing their song nor ripen the fields of golden grain.
I can't make the sun set at the eve, nor can I bring the pale moon to thee;
I cannot bring in the dawn, nor the light of day to see;
I can't make the firefly light it's light and I cannot catch the morning dew;
I cannot build the mountains with their purple hue;
Gods world is filled with many things I cannot do;
But I can build a bridge of Love to reach from me to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem