Divided...
Separated into bits and pieces.
Nothing of this seen has value.
Worthless and without benefit.
However,
Together...
Seen is everything to mean.
Adding beauty to provide a quality.
Like a portrait to view,
More to capture...
An essence that makes,
What becomes accepted and determined...
As a great portrayal.
Of a diverse landscape.
Unlike any other to have known.
Yet...
Left to leave puzzled,
Are the ones to have come to witness...
Bits and pieces.
Of a diverse landscape.
Chipped away.
But those that have come to view wonder...
Why and who,
Would approve and allow this done?
To serve what reason,
Believed to be beneficial to anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem