A Dream Before I Die
And i can see the sky,
The rain with pure water gushes,
And i can see all the dreaming faces,
Of mother earth looking at the sky,
The sky can be pure as the heaven, our sky this shelter of a roof before we die,
Before all that would ever become as man,
Is not neglected and let his dreams fade in the distant,
Am i wrong to reach for answers,
At the face of the sky to put my doubts,
As i am resting in mother earth's bossoms,
Before even not a word can escape my mouth that use to praise and praise,
Put these gentle creature to the breast of her kind mother, where affections were plentiful and poems of nature and god,
Speak of beautiful flowers and the role of man.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First of all we don't wish that you should die. Who will give us such lovely poems and who will care for mother earth? Nice poem indeed. Keep inking.