The blue skies
A different hue
Familiar yet distant
Some smog
Mist and fog
With dew of last night
Will lift
But the sun doesn't seem
As strong as it was
The foggy air lingers
Unafraid and unwilling
The sun shies away
Hiding the horizon
I've heard it said on bad days
Like Chernobyl and Twin towers
Bomb smoke over Baghdad
And now Lebanon and Israel
And other sad times
Weakens the sun to shine
And come out
But the plants will wither and die
Flowers fade and decay
So we prayed to the sun
Promised to change our ways
If she would come back
The clouds dispersed
And clear skies returned
And we
Lived hapily ever after
SWhimon Weinroth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Splendid read. the flow was grand.