Is it dead or is it not. Has the waterfall given its last drop? 
Has world gave its last shot. 
Why so sorrow in the night of gods birth.
The birth he gave us.
 He gave us night to trust to be in love 
To change our feelings and love vs. lust to change good vs.
 Evil to hate he gave us the chance
 To kiss to hug. gods giving us faith
 In hurting upon wondering world of gust.
 He has giving us the world we speak of the 
World we weep. Gods
 Gift to us is a chance to explore the 
Dangerous world upon us. Gods gift to die to stay alive.
Gods wonder of world we wish he had put us on with death 
Of trust and a time to share the time we wish we had to spare. 
Gods wonder of life and death he gave us home and homeless
 Its god who had put the world around us the way he did. 
God saved us from dieing and the dead of our loved ones
 He helped us in the time we needed to try. 
Its god’s worlds not mine.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    