Beauty unfolding upon earth, sun shining brightly even
though ebony clouds are everywhere.
Stairways of clouds step into visions of concentrated
images, leading to heaven's gates beyond us.
Levels of atmosphere's can actually be seen with the
naked eye, revealing their secrets of antiquity to a
poet quite aware of their presence in her mind's eyes.
Separate pages of historical significance always being
written in rhyme for future generations in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem