Looking down from above earth looks like a giant bowl of
ice cream filled with many surprises.
Rippled, ribboned, swirled in various places, together
in one container, served to all nations.
Preserved in peaceful splendor, spilled across this
universe in cool regard of every individual preference
and final choice.
Life served up in a bowl topped with whipped cream clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem