something is rising
and something is falling
and this is the story
of the universe
the sun comes up
and across the void
another star explodes
another rocks a cradle
tonight the moon climbs
like a tired old man
who has done this work
so many times before
shortly winter will pass
and old daffodils
rise again from the dead
and we call this hope
on this winter solstice
a child is born
and an old man dies
this is but a single story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unfortunately this is the fate of us mortals.