Looking at the world, the so-called earth:
There lie God’s creatures.
Each has its own troubles.
The Oceans make troubles drive;
Animals suffer a slaughtering life.
Transformations are stones’ lives.
Birds bother making the land play
While man faces the tartar of stress
Since the world is full of troubles.
But as long as we have people undoing trouble.
We have a pretty good earth.
One thing I know for sure is that,
The sun that sets today for grief
Will soon rise and shine for joy,
Because what looks dark in the distance
May brighten as we drawn nearer to our Creator:
The Perfecter of our faith,
Who knows tomorrow
For us to make a better life
Here on earth.
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