When words are lost the forest goes,
because the insects, tree and birds
all crave for poetry and prose,
and die out when there are no words
identifying them to man,
and so the world becomes diminished.
With big bang, universe began,
but our world soon will be diminished,
because in silence we are doomed
to live before the forests vanish,
and when in concrete we’re entombed
there will remain no birds to banish,
but only insects, without trees,
and some of them will vanish too,
like human lice and human fleas,
who like us, then, must say adieu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this very much. It carries great sentiment and a sad story. Patrick