without fur freezing
in death ice climates
winters too cold
without shade burning
in deadly open plains
no shelter extreme heat
without light afraid in dark primeval night
without fire unable to create industrial might
adaptability innovation
inventions are forced
upon us survival degrees
brain hand eyes
triumph over
hostile terrain
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
I like how your poem elaborates the idea of my poem, and thus creating completeness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the way your poem 'Terra' took a topic I have read so often to a unique place, ending the brevity of the obvious human survival inadequacies with 'Are we aliens? ' We are all aliens when out of our home environment, in some places time periods we adapt better than in others.