I can look up into the sky for the clouds are throwing shades to my eyes, though in a while they will move on so another can get a glimpse of what above lies.
There is a choice to follow the protection of the dark grey cast, choosing not to though so I let it pass.
I'll live for a while not getting to see that pretty blue sky, surely another cloud will come to shade me eyes.
'til that time I'll just look around, see the beauty of green pastures that the land bounds.
Maybe when the time comes that again I can look up, I'd find it prettier that my heart will hop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem