There was a time of blissful gold and green,
When we were snug in the womb of the sun. .
There was a time of deep blue skies and seas,
When we were innocent as doves; so young.
There was a time, before the darkness came
Crashing into our small lives like cold steel.
There was a time, when summer's healing rain
Blessed us like a god, Now we cannot feel
The verdant presence of Creation; only
The monotonous grind of grey days fills
Our consciousness. We are no longer free
To soar like wild birds. Modern living kills
The spirit and slowly erodes the soul.
We lose the child within as we grow old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem