Who knows what's hiding in the word ' sky '?
The 's' stand for ' sadness ' and for ' sigh ',
And the letter ' k ' stands for ' killing ',
And the 'y ', indeed, stands for ' yelling '.
Until people are on the Earth here,
There might be spies even right up there;
There are so many meanings right up there
Seen by naked eyes, you dare not utter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is well written. While we are still in a world of sadness and far too much sighing, killing and yelling, I am grateful for the 21% oxygen in the sky, for the superb colors of sunrise, for the most amazing clouds, for the soft and feeding rain, for the love that our Creator placed in my little heart when I was born. While seeing all the violent scenes of corruption and hypocrisy, I am still filled with hope