I’ve found the answer! 
I understand. 
Parenting is like the weather, 
beautiful and soft, peaceful and calm, 
apparently a haven and a joy, a blessing and a smile, 
when the sun is shining and soft breezes are blowing 
and you can hear the sweet, sweet sound of birds and children 
in the air... 
Like a canoe upon a river still as glass 
Reflecting scenes of heaven overhead, 
and pictures of the shore smile back at us 
Glimmering and glistening, as leaning over the side of our boat 
we draw fingers through the surface of the water creating ripples 
of emotion... 
Like a trek through the countryside, 
viewing the forest in the fall 
A myriad range of color like a symphony, 
emblazoning wonder upon our souls awestruck and amazed 
at the glory created by a palette of rainbows 
which came from simple hues blended into an astonishing array 
of possibility... 
Like a swelling song of heavenly delight 
which fills my heart with silence, serenity, and harmony, 
landing softly upon my shoulders and into my soul, gently 
as I coast along the star-struck waves of synergy within utopian walls 
of tranquility... 
Like silken sunshine falling on a velvet smile 
shining with an inner fire of hope 
when illuminating the face of a slumbering spirit 
and depicting the embodiment of our hopes and dreams 
as we journey through the day... 
 
These are our prayers… 
These are our goals… 
These are the mountaintops, for which we dream, 
and these our rewards... 
Parenting is a journey through life 
and through storms to reach a destination 
At times the weather is stormy, instead of peaceful, 
and our path obscured by raging winds full of destruction 
where light is dimmed by darkened clouds 
and waves are crashing over shores flooding our serenity 
with grief... 
A struggle and a task to ascend the steep, stark cliffs of desolation 
to deliver springs of hope to waterless lands and parched minds 
reaching out an olive branch, 
oblivious to the dangers of vulnerability, 
our gazes set only upon our objective and the goal at hand, 
to love... 
Through crashing storms and capsized boats 
Through sunken dreams and broken hopes 
Parenting is the action, the verb, the destination, 
the ambition, and the deliverance of peace. 
It is the meaning of life, the purpose of love, 
and the reason God 
created me...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    