The past can fade away
But I would miss today
As we lay beneath the sky
Watching amber sunlight die
And windswept clovers sway
As long as we're awake
The dawn will never break
It's a place I must defend
But it someday has to end
And that thought makes me shake
She seems to understand
And like she had this planned
Turned to me without a sound
Picked a clover off the ground
And placed it in my hand
'These clovers make a lovely scene
But when their petals fall
The wind will blow from lands unseen
And take them, one and all
Where they'll make another field green'
'If they rest in distant lands
The wonder is revealed
They're a part of something grand
Because regardless of the field
They're always in God's hands'
The past is here to stay
And still I miss today
But as I lay beneath the sky
Watching golden moonlight die
My shakes begin to settle
I pluck another petal
Then thankfully, I pray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem