when everything
has to grow
and one
where everything
has to die
It's called
life
Your poem is a nice rendering of the Book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible 'To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven' 'A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would have left the last two lines out of this but I loved it nevertheless...: -)