Some say the sun comes out tomorrow...but is it not out today?
Look afar, beyond the sky...beyond the clouds of gray.
I see the sun, a source of life...of happiness and warmth.
But look again, I see the clouds...darkened by the storm.
Looking trice, I see a rainbow...glistening with bright light.
I see the angels and the heavens, I smile with delight.
Yet I frown, as the thunder booms, striking with a crash.
And the world burns...falling down, nothing left but ash.
Some say the sun comes out tomorrow, I say this is not true.
The sun is really out today, it's all about your view.
Again fantastic and awesome poem. I love the flow in this one! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoy this! but your second to last stanza you have the word world, where I believe you meant to put sun.