What would you do
If you knew..?
How do you prepare
When It isn't there?
would you build titanic walls
Around her beaches
When Tidal waves threaten her
Would you erect her underground castle
When hurricanes like lion manes became:
Close to her dermis; dire, with fangs,
Claws, Talons, Teeth:
To meet out a wet, cold defeat
Doom and Gloom, loom inevitably
What would you do...
If you knew?
Would you ship her off to sea
When her soil had caught on fire
And when in pruning thorns aside
The gardener cuts the flower short..?
Could a bud like you prevent
Such a natural life event?
Or would you envy that spring bloom
gone to sweeten heaven's waiting room?
See her soul has caught on fire,
and her smile has caught on fire
When in pruning stems aside
The Gardener cuts her flower short
Could a bud like you prevent
Such a natural life event
Or would you cherish that spring bloom
Sweet in heaven's waiting room..?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing, an acolade you deserve for this
thank you kindly