Looking, closely, down at earth from above in my mind, watching everyone scurry, be busy filling their pocket-
books with money.
Searching for presents or gifts for those they love so
much.
Wouldn't it be nice if they could be still long enough
to spend time with their families and friends, instead
of looking for peace, presents and gifts in reality's dumpsters - earths stores and markets?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem