Anyone who thinks that this Earth will tolerate our abuse has not spent a day on the beach - heard the song of the Ocean - a powerful but not rhythmic lyric. A song that is owned by the being that calls itself Ocean. Anyone who thinks they can save the Earth has not spent an hour trying to stand in the Ocean waves at High Tide. The Ocean being was there in the beginning and she will be last to leave when it is time. Primitive - she has never dressed up for anyone. In the beginning, we understood the Tao but now we are blind. The Ocean being will reclaim us - maybe she will start over - maybe not. Who can say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem