Have you ever looked into a fire, with coals of orange red?
Have you gone on flights of fancy, with the thoughts within your head?
Have you ever lain upon the grass, and watched the clouds float by?
Have you imagined shapes and visions, as you sculpt with your minds eye?
Have you ever stood on mountains high, with a sea of cloud below?
Have you thought that you were gazing at great fields of powdered snow?
Have you ever strolled along a beach, and felt yourself unwind?
Have you picked up shells, skipped flat stones, experienced peace of mind?
These sights cause such emotion in our hearts, for then we find,
That in the end we all pass on, and must leave our dreams behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fine poem, Rod! Especially the last line it's so very true! Blesslngs!