From bio-soup to Dinosaur
And then Hadron Collider,
The quest for information
Has spiralled ever wider.
From cave painting to pixel,
The truth is handed on,
Consigned to books and tablets
And father, daughter, son.
But with our falling knife discovery;
Mother Nature tried to warn us,
You won't complete the jigsaw
If you've lost one of the corners.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem