if the earth says cherish life
then it must be alive
how else would it know
the value of the breeze
what use are the seasons
of a dead and doomed planet
its voice is silenced by the cold
by the still expanse of ice
the earth says celebrate the sun
today the world yet breathes
the passionate sun still burns
and man survived the night
in a tiny bubble of life
beneath a dark and empty sky
the earth whispers of sunrise
when we begin the world anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barry, such a brilliant write👍👍👍