Cloud covered skies, as it rains today,
The thunderous roar, in the heavens above,
Quenching the thirst, of nature’s throat,
A gusting wind, as trees begin to sway,
Watching the drops, as they fall to the ground,
Nothing to do, what a gloomy day,
But to sit and think, and to weigh our lives,
Both good and bad, to make our lives, a bit more sound.
Maybe it is meant, to be this way,
To encourage us to think, and look for the good,
That we might be able, to strengthen our minds,
Our souls and our bodies, to grow in strength each day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem