The world won't notice when we're gone.
Perhaps our pets will miss us
be a bit forlorn
but they'll adjust;
the flowers will still grow
perhaps more wildly than before;
the rain will still fall,
the sun will still glow,
the building will gradually crumble,
the cars will slowly rust,
the roads will return to mud and clay and dust-
but the world won't notice that we're gone.
Perhaps God will look down,
shed a tear or two
but the air will be fresher in a year or few;
the fish will multiply,
the forests will grow tall.
Soon God will begin to wonder
why He created us at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God will begin to wonder. Thanks. good one.