Filtering like a fog, the sun came brightly shining
through the clouds.
Heavenly gates were opened onto earth.
Life came gently dancing, carrying with it some hope
and prayer for eternity's bliss.
Spread across God's table, a banquet was spread, and
only God's chosen dared to tread.
Slowly basking in it's glory, the sun turned skies
an orange-red and gently tipped it's hat upon it's
head, saying good night to earth for it was going to
bed.
Softly lying down upon whitened clouds, he turned out
his light and went to sleep quite soundly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like you poem...thanks