Stretching out forever
Filtered sunlight of gold
Beneath a canopy of green
The tale as yet untold
Beyond horizon sight unseen
An enigma, a mystery, a riddle
A tune waiting to be written
Playing out on ghostly fiddle
A covenant not of good or bad
No hint of what is in the scope
The promise only ahead is change
Inside that is found my hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem