what is the spirit
each man must divine it
we try to analyze it
but we cannot define it
some say it must live on
past death
others believe it dies
with breath
still others doubt
what's never seen
but most agree
it cannot be a dream
something in each of us
lives and reasons
and it is not unlike
the passing seasons
just where it goes
no one really knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Weather we believe or not I think it brings comfort to us in the end to hope that maybe there is someting else after life...we can but dream... Annette
I am not a believer but I'm still hopeful. Thanks for reading and commenting Annette.