THEY WHISPER TO US
Who knows how old these clouds are reminding of grey cliffs.
Only the stars can count their ages due to their immense speed.
Our ancestors come back to the Earth as they left here countless seeds.
Do we hear the sounds of their invisible feet?
They don't seem to be in a single street.
Oh, no, they aren't ghosts without eyes and lips.
They come to the Earth for nothing indeed.
They try to discover what they might have missed.
Our ancestors travel to the Earth as they left here their ink and quills.
They probably cherished this earthly life's gifts.
They whisper to us to cherish the minutes steering this life's wheel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent poem.The past reminds us that we have so much to cherish, so much to give thanks for, while we reside on this earth. Let there be no taking this for granted, for, as you say, 'they probably cherished this life's earthly gifts'.