When mother earth cries quietly you get rain
And when she is happy you get sunshine.
Very seldom she gets angry
And then the proud fragile skyscrapers shake for response.
* Earth knows a thousand stories of human sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brief, but beguiling. The art of simplicity is yours. Ten for you. Always your friend, Sandra