If I could write a poem to raise
The rising of the sun
Then I would write some words of praise
To say the good I've done
But since the rays of warmer days
Are not that nice to some
Then I would fight to praise the night
And prove I'm not so dumb
If I could shrink a fluffy cloud
Or greet a lightning bolt
Then I should think a stuffy crowd
Would treat me like a dolt
But since the flow of fluffy clouds
By ocean waves are kissed
Then you should blame the stuffy crowds
For adding to the mist
If I should move by someone small
To win the hilly crest
Then I would prove to one and all
I did my silly best
The starting gun is when I climb
The self that I must face
My parting run is now the time
For stepping in my place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem