The animals and birds seem to exist only in books now.
Or were they someone’s fantastic imaginings – the ravings of a mad man?
The rivers and woods are as silent as my book of colored pictures.
Or are the creatures trembling somewhere hidden from OUR cruel fangs?
God made a big mistake giving us dominion over these gentle things.
If in fact they did exist.
If in fact did He.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem