Darkness descends suddenly,
A soft ebony mantle
Covering the weary earth.
Starlight in the heavens
Between the trees.
Standing still, rigid,
Dark silhouettes casting
Ghostly moonlit shadows
Refusing the invitation to dance
To the rhythmic chirping of crickets
Who break the silence
With a haunting tune
Which fills my mind
Imagination taking flight.
Tired eyes, deprived of peaceful slumber,
Dream of winding mountain roads
Yet to be travelled.
Littered with debris from the last storm
Obstacles waiting to be removed,
An arduous task to undertake
Before the slow, treacherous climb
To the summit can begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem