Man is nothing but a speck of dust,
Upon this planet earth.
He builds his castles out of sand, and stone,
then boasts about their size, and worth.
But then nature being cantankerous, as she is,
just gives herself a little shake,
so everything that man has built,
Just collapses in her Quake.
Tango.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem