The stormy sea parts it's thunderous waves
as the sun breaks through the clouds
and forces warmth into the cold depths
where nothing lives but that which survives all else.
The birds begin to sing again
as the emerald needles from pine trees
taller than man's imagination
scratch the sky, forming holes where clouds once blocked all hope.
The world begins to breath again,
as though it had been holding it's breath,
when the earth stops shaking
and finally finds it's place in the universe.
This fragile beginning leads
to a much happier end
when a word is spoken
and a heart changed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kim jones, This is a good piece of poetry