As the leaves rustle
in a once forgotten land
He wonders if God's beauty
will one day be extinct through
technology, warfare, and the
ignorance of people with
power. But for now, the
open plains vast trees and
trickling creeks will stand
strong through all that is
now as long as one man cares
these beauties will live and endure
the world forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem