The tide has receded
The muddy banks exposed
The reeds green and tall
Wave in the morning breeze.
Rain has kissed the land
Brown gives way to green
As life once more is seen
The greyness of the sky
Will soon be challenged
Like the greyness of our minds
Hate, pride, envy
The tools of winter
The Son has come
To light the inner man
That we might not be deceived
In the darkness of self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem