Landscapes billow in the wind of time.
Plates rotate, icecaps shrink and swell.
Mountains heave up, are rained flat.
Seas come and go wriggling with life
Leaving waves of fossils.
A green froth covers the land
Humming and buzzing.
All engulfed by the spreading sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem