If there is no one above, there’s no place to dream of…
Where the grass is so green, it’s a beautiful scene
If there were any gates, they’d be gold and they’d gleam
Where the only tears shed, are all joyous instead
Where there is no word “wrong” and the language is song
So I’ll keep dreaming of a place we can sing it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one simple but has so much to learn from.. the power of dreams