Silently watching puzzles of nature grow before me,
continue to be, even though progress is treading
upon it so carelessly.
Hearing the pain through silent renderings, as it
tries to move away from man's coercive endeavors.
Wishing that nature and I were one, so I could
continue to be indefinitely, until our days were
done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem