From the heavens I roam,
To and from the stars and
Water,
The feeble humans tremble
At my wake,
And give me flesh cursed
for my hungry tongue.
Proud and beautiful I am,
Patient as the slowest wisps,
The grace of the predator,
And the innocence of the
Prey,
And yet I am questioned still?
Through legend and history
I claw and I burn,
Wise as the eldest tree
and as quick as the silent
fox,
I create the deserts, I create
the fear,
I drink from god’s right hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ur a good poet keep writting.