The many that come after us
Like rain precedes the clouds of storm
The seeds of forest that was
Like so many that have come before
The fish in ocean, and birds in air
So many move with impatient motion
And lend themselves treasures to bare
Like child develops many notions
So all majestic is so fare
Finding each, to each, their share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem