There are still somany whom sing a song of what they carry along.
Seemingly unable to shed their burden.
Struck by dissension.
But more and more are rising each day,
wanting for us all to be merrily.
Paying attention for the gift of life,
we receive each and every day.
Taking the road to the second paradise on earth,
even when it seems so unheared of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem