One orange fruit, two red ones, three yellow fruits,
And three light yellow ones placed in the roundness of a bowl.
If they were the ethnicities of our round shaped world,
Would they stay that close in their vicinity,
Considering their varied skin colors?
They have no problem in their bowl. But we with our varied
Colors do have problems on our spinng ball.
And I thought we were smarter than the many colored fruits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Fill the crate of life with good fruits of soul) A good poem! ! I like it very much! ! ! Top marks! ! !