Off in the distance awaits a ravaged rusty gate
Her purpose still remains
So she waits
Waits on Gods timing
After so many years
The hope and intrigue
That kept her persevering
Was about to be fulfilled
The radiant sun beams down
And catches the mirth on her red countenance
As she sees the man approaching
She finds herself trying to reverse the eroded metal
Which over time has claimed her
But to no avail, she remains the same
The Man makes His way down the path
That leads directly to her
She is overcome by the moment
The dust, which has made its home on the ground these many years
Now arises in flurries of excitement with every step
The Man takes
Every element of creation has awakened
As they play their part in a greater purpose
She looks on in great expectation
As He moves closer to her
The trees move in accordance with the movement of this Man
As to bring Him shade
The birds’ melodic tones fill the air
So to bring pleasure to the Man’s soul
He smiles and reaches for her aged silhouette.
Tenderly he opens her gate
She lets out a deep screech
She thinks he will turn away
But to her relief He smiles a captivating smile
That warms her to the core
As he walks over the threshold and steps into the field
He turns to close the gate
He bends down, and as he pats her with loving approval
He says, “Well done”
She beams with love
And all she can think of as she wells up with joyous tears is
Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem