"Whatever you do cannot be undone, "
a mother, concerned, cautioned her son…
"You are my child, and I wish for you fun,
but beware when you venture far and away.
So listen now, son-- and hear what I say…
The time will come some fateful day
when you'll need to remember
the trust that you earned…
A reason to stay
Recall what you've learned
and forget about play…
Something is out there, that words can't convey.
There are those who will tempt you
with things shiny and bright--
brighter than the moon that is seen in the night.
But what they use is a lure, and the lure is a lie…
To catch you… To take you…
They'll pull you up toward the sky.
It's a ruse to confuse you--
If you fight them they'll bruise you.
They don't want to lose you… And neither do I.
Believe me my son (she said with a sigh) …
If you take the bait, there's a chance you may die."
"But mother… How can I decide what to leave or to take
if I don't know what's real from what you say might be fake? "
"Sadly, my son, it's not a choice you can make--
because they're different from us…
And they don't live in this lake."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem