A starfish lay upon the shore,
basking in the sifting sand;
Quite content drifting, to explore,
the steady, solid, constant land.
But when the turning tide drew in,
beckoning her with silky waves;
She left the land and did begin,
to float towards the treasure caves.
And so she went from shore to sea,
and suddenly was wayward thrown;
On the rocks, nowhere to flee,
Now all at sea and quite alone.
And there she lies, apparently, her only hope a prayer,
Foolish starfish tossed about, neither here nor there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem