the diamond of the tropics
is the sand of a crystal beach
and silver hides in the forest
in springs just out of reach
the gold is the blaze of dawn
and grief is the setting sun
yet hope abides at evening
when the heat of day is done
for then is the time to recall
the riches that came my way
the wealth of silent darkness
the grace of a tropic day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem