Still the sun will shine
And the rains will pour
When this life of mine
On earth is no more
Still this earth will turn
And the moon will glow
And the stars will burn
For you all below
The rivers will flow
Into the deep seas
And the winds will blow
Through the forest trees
All will carry on
It will not matter
That I shall have gone
It will not matter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very true Elia, we are all as specks of dust and Mother Nature will pay no heed whatsoever to our demise.