The sea looks calm but under the waves
A mother whale and calf she tries to save
but too many sharks it's meat they crave.
Will she lose the birth of this calf she gave?
Up from the deep she forces her way.
She's tired and her young grows weary.
As sharks move closer, their teeth many
Sink deep into the calf's smooth belly.
The mother undaunted and full of rage
swings fiercely her tail as though on a stage.
The sharks loosen their bite with no gauge
of the massive whale with her size and age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem