Clouds stretching themselves across the heavens,
puffing out here and there, showing their essence
to all the world as they travel easily through the
skies, never losing their beauty and finesse in life.
Crossing the equator, entering other continents and
blessing all ends of earth with their natural desires,
finding their way into the hearts of children and men
on earth.
Looking at them and imagining all sorts of images within
their beautiful tufts of fluff, traveling through skies
of an endless future.
How many times we will see them in our existence, only
God can know, as we are left to imagining an infinity of
numbers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem