Misty forest
Sun filled meadows
As twilight comes its time to mellow
A salty breeze bellows to you
as the hurricane frees the winds
thunder strikes as lighting blots
as the moon changes, the sun dips down
the suns gone now and it’s a new moon
stumbling through the fog, or not
the darkness envelops you,
the lightness develops
as the sun comes back-up,
the moon fades away
your guardian has come and is here to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem