Fantastic
Deep red cirrus clouds
Linger over head
Sharing the gradient sky
With two homeward eagles
Soaring over iced mountain tops
That reflect colors overhead
Deep blue shades into heavy purple
Heavy purple into magenta
Golden yellow takes top tier
The red orange sun begins to descend
Taking its leave
Making room for its brother moon
Deep green valleys get darker
Almost donning a deep shade of blue
Mountains once seen in the distance
Start to slip away
Two magnificent sunflowers
Grace the eye of the beholder
Standing tall
Standing firm
Its stalk and stems
Thick and sturdy
Not alone do these sunflowers stand
Graced by the presence
Of five distant relatives
All seven stretch their stems
Catching the last of the evening sun
Perking up one last time
Saying good night to each other
As night creeps in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem