They remind us,
Teach us when to hold close and when to let go.
They tell us to heal and to remember every little part of the story.
They preach both sermons.
Whether good or bad, they give their message.
They cut us deep or swallow us whole.
Even when the sun doesn't shine or lies low,
It still bears a memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem