The sun sets
So stunningly,
Somewhere every day,
Even when our sky is gray.
And it rises
With hopefulness;
Every day's ballet;
Even if we're in dismay.
This world turns
Eternally,
Steady in its pathway,
Even after we've had our say.
6-12-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perspective defined in wonderfully poetic form. A 10
Thanks so much, Kelly