The eyes of the universe are with us,
Seeing what it is to be alive,
The elemental building blocks allow us,
To be a part of the great cosmic archive.
The seagull sitting quietly on the lamppost,
Sees his corner of the bay,
As a creature made of similar stuff,
Sees his bit of a planet far away.
The archive spans not only space but time,
Making this and every other creature rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem