The sparkling sunset, as it fades in the dark,
The sight of the moon, as a sphere in the sky,
Children running and playing, in the middle of a park,
A mother bird and her baby, as it tries to fly,
A forest of color, in the fall to see,
Colors of beauty, blue, red, yellow, and green
A mountain so tall, for both you and me,
Covered with snow, the peak cannot be seen,
The breath of a baby, as it lies in a crib,
The dreams in a mind, so small, yet keen,
The little mess made, on the front of his bib,
So much is learned, by the things he has seen
The beauty of life, so precious to all,
An experience so wonderful, so difficult to explain
Life is a gift; it is given to all,
We need to enjoy and not to complain.
So, when it’s unbearable, for both you and me,
Think of the gift, which was given to you,
A gift of love, you were chosen you see,
How fortunate we are, to be one of the few.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem