This fragile green world is slowly dying.
We can't turn back the clock to days of bliss:
Of lush flowers & forests & mountains:
Now time is short; the ice caps are melting.
Fear ancient prophecies of fire & flood!
This fragile green world will soon become grey.
It is now looking old and polluted.
O it is being stripped of its beauty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem