i see all of us reaching up
to grace of sunshine, neat
even trees do it from infancy
is it about heat from above
we are light seeking creature
but in darkness we will rest
what happen when it burns out
do we have enough fuel to survive
are we going to another galaxy
where another sun burning bright
volcano gives off heat constantly
lets dig 'em for us who wants to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem