One day in front of a TV show,
My young child turned to me,
And asked with innocence in his face and heart
'Do you believe in God, Mommy? '
I look at the sky, with pink tufty clouds,
As the sun sets on a beautiful day;
The admirable sun and the lucid moon,
Companions as the sky melts to grey.
The grandeur of mountain tops covered with snow,
As they soar in the sky so free;
Their crystal glass image reflection is seen
In the fathomless depths of the sea.
The prism of colour so captivating,
That shines from a lonely rainbow;
I think to myself, and i say to my child;
'How could i not believe so? ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem