In small eyes the world
Hides its secrets-the
Untold rhymes, archaic
Riddles left unanswered
Through times
Of appling skies when
Stories take flight-at
Their bedpost feet, sages
Gather, open ears
To hear
Of wars and wonder!
Aged tales depict
Dense, distant lores-translucent
Heroes who left their lands
In myth.
So through child eyes, the world
Sings its songs! These
Lullabies, each magically
Created, come suddenly,
Mysteriously,
Alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this was exciting. Worldy. each to their own rhythm -~- rings out in the final lines. SusxGLx