As light shines through a glistening dew drop,
Showing the true beauty of white,
The world continues to turn.
As the birds of the forest chirp,
Singing of love and hope,
The world continues to turn.
As sound echoes through dark caverns,
Bouncing into nothingness,
The world continues to turn.
If all this beauty were to cease,
Would the world also cease to turn?
(23 April 1978)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the last few lines of this poem. I like how you ended it with a question, really beautiful. Meghan