To the phone users lift up your heads;
For you appear as mourners in prayer for the dead.
Look all around where Nature is shown;
Where Colour and Scent are by Gaia once Sown.
With the Birds in the fields and their song to the Heart:
The Blackbird, Robin, Mistle Thrush And Lark.
Look to the Sky for the Enamel of Blue;
The Red boiling cloud with the Sun plunging through.
Where by after dusk the Heavens will spawn;
A spreading of Stars that prelude the bright dawn.
So to the phone users just once, come away from the screen;
Don't clutter the mind with the trash to be seen.
Lift up the mind along with the head,
The World around us is where true pleasure is wed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem