Climbing mountains without ever looking down, scaling
their faces with no fear.
Views being magnificent as horizons appear in the west
where the sun sets in it's little space of time.
Colors erupting and flowering across the sky, taking
daylight into the darkness of twilight.
Promises of another day being given by rays of the moon
and tiny star lights twinkling above us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem