When ice sparkles like diamonds,
And rubies glisten like blood,
Then you'll know.
You'll know how and why and
What we're doing.
When mountains crumble like graphite,
And fruit tastes like salt.
When water turns to dust,
And flowers wilt in the sunlight.
Then you'll know.
You'll know how and why and
What you're doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem