The sun revolves around the earth
It's calling out to us to make peace on our birth
When we all die we are getting buried in the dirt
So our flesh reverts to dust and back in the earth
Our lifestyles we live
So much the earth gives
We hurt it on our quest, don't know we are doing
Taking it's natural resources that she has been brewing
For an eternity perpetual everlasting mother nature
Rain clouds forn when she is telling you she hates you
Sun shine half the time becuase we kind of deserve it
'cause it isn't our fault, we was meant to be, put here for a purpose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! Why I am just reading/discovering your work is beyond me! You are a terrific poet.