Behold and witness,
the beauty of the golden sun.
Over the horizon, she sets,
Into the Amber hills.
And when the moon shines bright,
My friend, witness the awesome beauty!
There is beauty even when all lies still!
Behold the artist’s excellence.
When she paints over the vast canvas.
The colours………
Oh! How do I express!
She used all the love within her heart,
And gave us all beauty to feel till we part.
When thunder beats her drum,
The clouds come dancing on!
The sky spreads her carpet,
A deep dark lovely black!
How can that darken the soul?
Prancing comes the lightning……
Now behold the scene.
Oh! How do I express!
She used all the love within her heart,
And gave us all beauty to feel till we part.
Through every age there is a call
To admire the creation, Come, behold the beauty.
What a marvellous piece for the pessimists. By the way what u do? study or job? u do philosophy? Regards- PK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sushana welcome to poemhunter with all new poems The feminine aspect of Sun is interesting