Sitting down in the coldness of day
Observing the forest
As small trees becomes tall
Leaves falls and dies
Flowers blossom fades away
Multiple winds hit me at every side
Sound of both sweet and sad
Song whispered into my ears
It all bartered into one thing
A global world
Sitting down in the coldness of day
Observing the world as it runs out of hand
Faster and faster they said
As the clock tick its goodbye song
With so many in the track to beat the time
Oh! What a loss of effort
Who can save the going world?
Even as its spins on a fast track
Sitting down in the coldness of day
Observing the words in our mouth
Just as we call the world
Civilization, globalization, even modernization
It appears to me
Like a ripe fruit
Like a going sun
Like a waving hand that is gradually
Lowering into the water
Oh what a future I see in the forest
What a cry coming from afar
As multiple trees goes down before my very eyes
And the armies set to save the world
Find their ways into the field
Leaving their arms and shield
Um… what a fight coming they’ve not seen
Future is all i speak
Future is all I see
Sitting down in the coldness of day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem