The wind blew and who blew it
The cloud moves and who pushed it
The waters flows and who drives it
The storms arose and who quickened it
The day departed and the night arrived
The sun vanished and the stars appeared
The rains ceased and the drought came
The plains soon becomes a desert
And the dry lands soon become a river
The child soon becomes a man
The living soon was gone
A little laughter, a little cry
A little cheer, a little mourn
Behind the shadow is the image
Behind the extreme darkness is the light
Behind the light is the Glory
And so is God behind all the affairs of men
poem written in Accra.20/10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem