</>The last rays of sunlight stark
Flutter in omniscience,
Both light and dark
What here, at end of day,
Is good....... has been bad?
Only Spirit can truly say
The pines will always bend to the breeze,
Some break, some dance;
God alone, may do just as he does please -
(the rest of us, just take a chance.)
Every day the sun rises it shall fall.
How can humanity be certain
It will ever return, at all?
A slight speck in endless space here we are,
Our life granting sun away,
Out there, somewhere so very far.
Now, the end of day,
And the dark engulfs all even sound
So, all I can do is silently pray
Hoping, the Sun may soon come back around.
Such a wonderful description of our beloved sun. Yet we do take her for granted. I'm a spiritual person not so much religious but silently thank her for her return every night. Excellent way you have penned this. Regards. Craig
Such beauty in so few words, Smoky it's a wonderful poem, for some reason, and I really don't know why, It reminds me of a poem I wrote several months back called, The Ancient Ones.They are nothing alike yet there is that tiny thread, oh well. Another ten Smokey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written.... I too hope that the Sun will be soon come back around us...10... Best wishes, Tsira