There are times, the dial sun
in mighty direction above
seems standstill in its journey
to embrace fully, warmth against the earth.
It's in this moment, it seems as though
this fiery star, hesitant to move a muscle,
becomes fearful to leave humanity behind in the dark.
Yet fear, not in its declared intentions,
as if a grain of sand from here to here;
one of the most monumental changes in the world
a single individual could accomplish in a lifetime,
when contentment becomes the briefest encounter of goodwill
and lights the way for those lost behind mountains.
A single movement on its directional path,
the distant break of day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, S. J. S. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.