What gives it power makes it change its mind
At each extreme, and lean its rising rain
Down low, first one and then the other way;
In which exchange humility and pride
Reverse, forgive, arise, and die again,
Wherefore it holds at both ends of the day
The rainbow in its scattering grains of spray.
Anonymous submission.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i never knew such fine poetry could be written about a sprinkler