Down a lonesome road one day I met the Earth
She was tired but friendly
So we sat and talke a while
I asked the Earth
Where are your people, Mother?
And she replied
They are not gone, just lost is all
One day they will find their way back
So I travelled on
A little while later I met the Sun
And I asked him
Why do you shine so brightly, Grandfather?
And he relied
So my people will one day know the way home
Because you can't find your way in the dark
And so I travelled on
A bit further down the road I met the Moon
And I asked her
Why do you not always shine, Grandmother?
And to this she replied
because my people are proud
It would shame them if they say me weep
So when the pain is to great to bear
I hide in the dark and cry
Now the Moon no longer weeps alone
For I weep with her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem