Before the world was made
so many eons ago.
How many stars shone in the sky
and who of us would know?
We were not of flesh and blood.
And the skies were silent and cold.
But when we took on bodily form,
to them we were like gold.
For they knew they had a purpose now
in the heavens above.
They understood that everyone’s eyes
would gaze at them with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem