You give and you take away.
You gave that smile
then you took it back...
How did you also steal mine away?
When the sunlight looks down,
what has it lost? What was stolen?
The Earth accepts and smiles back with flowers.
The sun doesn't seek a reward.
And neither have lost in this exchange.
Even the deep ocean feels this touch and reflects.
Dear one, smile.
You have sources far deeper than you know.
Whether you be sunlight to this world,
blessed flowers,
or even quiet moonlight giving peaceful rest...
Trust the exchange.
You can only be made brighter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem