Now at this time,
See me, I am here.
Here, at this time,
See the wind.
The wind is giving
A message, and it is
No way related to us.
And yet, we are worried.
We are worried and
The reasons, not known.
We also know not
Who we are, how we are,
Why we are, and for
How long we would be here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem