Sometime, someone should story tell
If only incorrect is still, but an answer
Why O Why must it always be this way
Life so unpleasant, forsaken, unremembered
In the beginning living appeared seemingly easy
Now, must drift so far away
When fur, and feathers started to gather
Dividing the land and sea, already gained
If only words were an example
A collection of earnest, Instilled in each line
Then perhaps the answer would become faithful
Holding together the bonds of each life
Not long before the last had fallen
Somewhere before a new age had arrived
Beholding, by building the greatness of temples
Lost to them had been the words once inscribed
When all could lie and sleep with lions
Little ones would ride on bears
No one harmed the Bunny Rabbit
Deer were everywhere
Once upon not long ago
When all were loved and all so kind
Before blood-red became a river
When then the smaller learned to hide
The beasts became the mighty hunters
Life once good, was now survived
The natural ways were soon forgotten
Now all that live, Must someday die
(12/06/2021)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem