If life was a see-saw on a point
(and it might have been, early on)
a slight change in carbon
would tip it.
If it was one on a wide plateau
(and it was once, at least)
it would have time to change
with carbon.
On its narrow plateau,
it is tottering,
odds on to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read 'carbon' as 'carbon dioxide', which is said to be harmful to the earth's atmosphere. I have doubts about how serious that problem is, if it exists at all. Like a seer, you point out that 'a slight change in carbon/ would tip it'. A startling and true image.