I am sitting down here alone
Watching the world that God created
The many bad things
And the equally good things
And I am not sure I'm the only one
Pondering over hills and valleys
I wondering at the modern creators
The maze of street lamps
And the speed of cars
And the light from gens
And the change in genes
Of our crops and the bumper harvest therein.
The iron birds of the sky
And it appears if God didn't
Create man, man would have created himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem