Slowly the Sun bids farewell
Closes its eyes and zips its lips
Not to shine again as the day suddenly drifts
Only for the Moon to say, 'It's okay, you've done well'.
As a caterpillar nibbles and wriggles
On leaves: a villain, but quite feeble
A villain, so cunning and sly
Suddenly turns a magnificent butterfly
Sparkling rubies fetched on the Moon are mere stones on Earth
Alive, one minute; the next, encompassed by the climate of Death
Melodious today; guttural tomorrow
All makes the minstrel's song one filled with sorrow
This is just wonderful. Because this poem is a perfect example of a poem where the title is critical to the writing itself. The title defines this poem completely. I don't believe I have ever seen a better example of it. GW62
A beautiful panoramic poem with wonderful lively imagery. Keep up the good work, Johannes.......10/10. Best Wishes Naseer
I liked this one. I liked the rhythm and the message. Great write! Be Different. Be You. Elizabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmmmmmmmm......were u created by God? how come he endowed u with so much lyrics to make evry poem of urs so enchanting? this one in particular s a true masterpiece! ! keep the fire burning! !