Some say that Nature's red in tooth and claw,
But for the Romantics things are different.
Thus they create odes to birds and flowers.
They refute notions of brutish progress,
And drift through life as if possessed by dreams.
They idolize trees and valleys and streams.
Indeed at times I'm inclined to be one
Myself and embrace an ideal world that
Radiates with a reassuring light.
But I observe too much darkness these days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a view of the world u have writen I never thought of it like that. Thanks 4 sharing