The ocean's sounds, the ground's shoutting
The sky's light, the woods' begging
We never heared
When we in the city
We're all in the city and saying: 'where are you, Mr Green? '
But nature has been tired, all the oceans are tired
All the ground is tired
The same to the tree, and the sky
They don't want to talk
Talk to us-Talk to the stupid animal
We're the strangers here, In fact,
Nobody knows us,
Even our mum.
Now, I'm standing here, the highest mountain
Facing the angery ocean, stand on the shocking ground
Beneathing the lightning sky
I'm speak to the old, died tree with tears:
'Earth, please come back! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This feels like an indictment on our modern culture and what we've done to the earth. Powerfully written, I quite enjoyed it.