Symphony of life
The star of the show, the sun, fell off the edge of the cliff of the earth.
The disc of the disco of this show, the moon, now showing off like a star among stars.
The blood moon giving haughty silent treatment to stars, outshining distant suns, themselves sons and cousins of the retired tired sun.
The lion, tired of murder and cannibalism and its fearful baritone discordant intonation silenced, sated, sleeping tonight.
A placid river pregnant with spawning fish, and submarine carnivores tired of the day's death roll, flows to the music of nocturnal birds on its banks
Hyenas laughing at their own jokes, staving off the gnawing hunger in their bellies, regurgitating the same tasteless jokes to the cacophony of their own laughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem