time is unimportant
as the days grow short
once the year is done
I cannot get it back
rain falls on the garden
seasons come and go
beneath the silent blue
mystery is unexplained
when the sun rises
and the winds freshen
a sailor takes to the sea
intent upon the horizon
in a far off land
a child's day has ended
and so a dream begins
and so tomorrow comes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem