Purest of the Pure
The invisible force blowing the trees
The flowers blooming and blossoming with glee
With each and every day
The Earth exhales in its majesty
Free from conformity of the man
God’s creation how free it stands
The purest pure, without sin
Please the heart, it can
Originality
Creativity
The dignity of the world of serenity will enchant me infinitely
This poem is about:
Our world