While the star-clocks were whirling
The icebergs got intimate
With the oceans blue eyes.
The poles played musical chairs
While dinosaurs down-sized.
Lie down in soft green,
For the grass has hidden stories-
Don't be scared what's inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But I am scared and scarred and sometimes skewered,