Soon We'll Die Poem by Elena Daniela

So sadly is to think that soon,
Maybe tomorrow the alley tree,
Where you see them, they still will be
While us in graves will be decaying.

So sunny days, Oh God, so sunny,
Will come behind while we are not,
And all four seasons will cycle funny
With rain, snow, and flowers opened up.

And grasses are again to sprout,
And Moon of course again will rise
To mirror in the water, although
We sure don't have a second chance.

And strangely seems to me, to see,
That we have time to hate the others,
When life as a small drop behaves
Between this second and another

And sadly seems to me, to see,
That we don't look toward the heaven,
That we don't smile and gather flowers
While soon we'll die and it's forever!

Translation of the poetry Murim ca mâine, by Magda Isanos