The sky doesn't
Roar,
But neither
Does
It sing.
It doesn't
Cry or weep.
It doesn't shine.
It's not sad
Or hurt
It's not happy
Or angry.
It drizzles.
It is depressed.
It feels the
Pains of the
World and
Knows not
What to do.
Yet.
The drizzle
Is Nature
Thinking
On whether
To take action
Or let things
Go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool I that came straight from the heart! good job! :)