As she looks up in the night sky
the stars seem closer that they appear
they look as thought an artist,
has put little white polka dots on a black canvas,
the universal question is
who painted the night sky
was it vangoh or da vinchi
only those who truly believe it
know that God had put them there
and each star is one of our beloved
making sure that we are okay
and that our lives are turning out how God had planned it to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem