The meadows turn from green to brown
the old, tall trees fall to the ground
the Tiger Lilies never grow
and the only bird is a big, black crow;
When the air is like a garbage can
and the grass has gone from soft to sand,
will the people of Earth finally see
that we don't live in Neverland?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem