Across
Across the skies a meteor flies,
it flashes, sails, falls, then dies.
Across the ocean do sea lions swim,
they surf, they jump against the wind.
Across the skies of Antarctica,
shine various colors of Aurora.
Across the fields of snow that's white,
the wolf packs and hares blend out of sight.
Across this bridge is a paradise,
No compromises or sacrifice.
Across this bridge is a paradise, .......What a beautiful line, Wesley. Nice poem. Keep up the good work. Best Wishes Naseer
It is very well thought out and when I read out loud the words just jumped across my tongue like they were meant to be there. Very good. -Autumn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem fllows beautifully. nice work