Living on the third planet from a small sun,
with numerous other living beings
man and his civilizations rise and fall,
forever arguing about the existence
about a superior God like being
existing or not at all,
about the source from where life springs
constantly gathering numerous things
that he gives value to,
finding ways to use his mind and intellect
and still staying only human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem