beyond the peak of any mountain
strange as shifting clouds on high
a wizard stands beside a fountain
counting time as it runs by
he has a job that's never ending
as he tallies every soul
and the message he is sending
says we never need grow old
oh yes we know that we must die
do you think that is the end
think of all the times we cry
forgiveness drifts upon the wind
the wizard makes his count for good
as the moments pass him by
and in the end where he had stood
a gate is opened in the sky
beyond that gate the blazing sun
and some stars we surely know
will declare the battle won
showing us where old stars go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem