Who?
Can we stop the rain from falling?
The sun from rising every morning?
And bask the earth with ethereal beauty?
Who can say to the birds to stop flying above the earth?
And choose the branches they want to perch
And the beast of the fields from being greedy?
Who can stop a baby's wailing
missing the warmth of mom's arm when left him suddenly cold
and miss the lullaby of the first voice he hears
"if the sparrows are sold for a penny?
None of them fall to the ground outside his care"
even our neighbors and friends
we all are more valuable than all these things.
June 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem