on a spring day,
i walked on my way.
i admired the nature,
i didn't think my future.
i didn't know when i die,
i lie under a tree looking at the sky.
an ambulance went on the way,
i felt and say.
a birth don't know its death,
a death don't know its next birth.
it is nature,
the fate only knows our future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem