Wish Never Ends - 1
M
Muzahidul Reza
0
Altın Yaprak
Wish Never Ends - 1
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
O, tree, through this fertile earth you grow out
Then catch too many leaves, flowers, fruits;
I have no shade, no color, no food
To you Creator has caused me connected,
For shade, color, food
And other necessary stuff,
I ever wish
You grow more these for all of us,
You obey His orders
We forever get from you our favors.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş