Clouds hanging above, stately mountains in a three hundred
sixty degree arrangement around Phoenix, helping to keep a
lot of bad weather out of our city.
Unfortunately, many ignorant people have moved here from
other states, bringing with them, their native plants,
flowers, trees and bushes, planting them here in Phoenix.
Back in the day people came to Phoenix to get rid of their
allergies completely, except maybe from orange blossoms, but
with all that have been brought here allergies have gotten
worse and people are suffering like they did in the states
they were formerly living in, ruining our pure city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lack of understanding upsets balance.