in bosom of thick forest
lies a mysterious dream
chase by human; relentless
they take what they want
uncaring of what it does
to creatures living there
soon these will be all houses
pouring rain comes to wipe it
they will pray to their gods
ask 'why this is happening'
trees are dying; acid rain
how many more years to enjoy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem