Gently standing over fields of blossoming beauty,
wondering what I've done to deserve such a shower
of blessings in life, of love and family.
Balanced I know, by their equivalent losses, yet
here I am, wanting to be placed on stepping stones
to heaven.
Alone and abject, on cornerstones of horizons beyond
us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the imagery used in this poem. Short, but optimistic. It's rare to see an optimistic poem now.