Difficult they had been to get,
Were those lessons now treasured...
To remember and never forget.
And it seems the teaching of those lessons taught,
Always came from those first opposed.
With a belief a stubbornness shown to expose,
Would validate to keep a limited mind forever closed.
And then one day the dawn, the dew and the Sun,
Rising on the horizon becomes clearer to notice...
As if 'something' suddenly with intention connects.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem