Wisps of clouds running single-file through the skies,
trying to lead all eyes to look towards heaven.
Taking time to patiently look down to see our human
element and flee quickly away.
Like a desert, waiting to be filled with greatness, all
of earth forgets to wait and turns it's back to seal
it's death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem