In the icy white realms of the Arctic,
The seal gazes longingly up at the skies.
A solitary figure, it seems transfixed
By the immensity of stars that shine
So brilliantly above it. Perhaps, it
Ponders its place in the great scheme of things:
In this vast universe where does it fit?
What is Life's purpose? When did Time begin?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem