It’s a miracle that we can see
How the light of the sun crosses the branches of the tree
How the arms of the beach, tenderly hug
the angry waves of the sea
How the huge sky tolerates the little birds to fly free
How the vast plain coloured, itself, with flowers,
Just, for the sake of a tiny bee
How the dense water holds the fish in its place
And, magically, allows it to flee free
Lots and lots of other things, but our eyes are just blind to see
Are they that tolerant or it’s just the way it should be
Tolerance is what we seem to lack in the relationship between you and me
It’s that kind of tolerance between the elements of nature that I really envy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem