I dedicated a poem to nature
Because our care for it is very poor.
In throwing trash don't be so sure,
To dump it just anywhere and change our future.
When I saw fluffy, white clouds yesterday,
And went for a walk in the margin of a bay.
It was very beautiful as I would say.
And so it made me feel joyful and gay.
I saw a tree so tall and steady
Under the tree were flowers so pretty
Then water flowing from the river freely
Then I said, 'I hope they grow and move naturally.'
Before, nature was fine.
Then later on, we fin'lly felt the devastating sign.
Because, after all, we weren't so kind,
That nature was just another thing lost in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem