I lean upon my spade and think it wrong
That worms should suffer in the thrush's beak.
I lean against the garden wall and seek
Some explanation why the thrush's song
Should be curtailed by cats; and why the strong
And powerful prey upon the helpless weak.
If God declared his kingdom for the meek
All creatures are entitled to belong.
I lean upon my elbows in the sun
And watch the ceaseless action of a bee,
And all at once perceive that everyone
Performs his part in life's activity.
Worms do not question how the world is run -
The only creature out of step is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem