Old age expose all humans to death
having filled their heads with gibberish
that through their fearful minds conceive
that the world will one day end
Faithful trees are to all this victims
of what a man vorantly invent
feeding it through generations to carry-on and
on - this world shall remain but man has
been so ungratefully brutal to it
Man shall end through age or end one another
but this world shall have itself refreshed
through dying man and newborn child
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem