You are the sun,
Didn't you know?
You rise in the morning
With a happy face;
You're cheerful, you're fun.
Then at night you're tired;
You can't keep it up.
Sleep is your moon, it takes over.
The stars are your tears
Their falling is rare and desired.
Quitting isn't an option;
If you do, everything crumbles,
The world can't go on,
For your fake smile keeps us all together.
If you ever think about giving up, we better run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another yet brilliant thought to link with the physical. I enjoyed the read, Jessi