Listening to lights as they shine in the darkness,
watching as they touch and reflect off of shiny
objects all around.
Spreading a glistening appreciation into the world,
looking beautiful around the holidays, especially
at Christmas time.
Then many colors are strung upon eaves of our homes,
interiorly upon Christmas trees decorated with many
ornaments and tinsel.
Bringing a festive moment to anyone who sees and
appreciates what they actually stand for through our
traditions and religious inclinations.
Beauty, simple, innocent, precious like a child when
coming upon it for the first time as a baby in it's
Mother's arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem