The big fire ball,
The biggest of them all,
is making the stall.
The stall of life;
The will to strife,
With the goodness of knife.
'Tis giving us the light,
The power to fight-
Stand tall in the night.
And make our way,
with nothing to sway,
Cheerful, bright n gay.
The ball makes us think.
With the strength of ink,
and pen and then to sink.
In the seas of fear,
Travel near and near,
Embrace the powers of tear.
To rise above and love,
Here, now, above,
Here, now, above...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Somewhat dark write but I like it