There have been many skies
and some birds passing by
some clouds gray and white
and even cloudless days and nights
there have been some blue
some dark some firey orange ones
some of them have been planted with flowers
shooting stars have raced with dragons
eagles have played with stars
moonbeams and sunshine
sunlight and moonlight
my eyes have witnessed much
they've withstood the test of time and life
until my departure day comes
when Death gentle touch
reaches for my hand
to walk together the rest of the path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quietly nice...I like this.