Don't Think, Sleep Tomorrow's Flower Buds Poem by Silivester Kiik

Don't think; when the valley wind that wails on the ridge
drives the shivering leaflets from the trees
think that all is not over: the rainy season will come again
buds, leaves, and flowers you will see.

Do not think; when the earth grows cold and closed
and the weary birds upon it mourn
do not think that all is over: God still lives
praise and sunshine will return again.

Don't think; when your heart is empty and gloomy
when your precious hopes grow cold and dreary
do not think that all is over: God has mercy on you
He will wipe away your every tear.

Don't think; crying for one night won't last
God will eventually bring the morning time
in the cold buds of every rainy season
sleep the flower buds of tomorrow.

Atambua,04 March 2024