As the giving sun sets
Beyond the rising peaks
Night takes its shape
Stars & Moon become the giver
Giver brings grief and joy
To those who wish for it
And those who deny it
Soon the day giver comes
And banishes the night
Soon the battle shall start again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you an old soul? This poem speaks to me as a picture that may have been painted by an American Indian that lived hundreds of years ago. It gives hope that no matter what the sun will rise and life will continue no matter what humans do to mess up the earth.