The truth may often live in dimensions
Of which we may not even be remotely aware
And our senses accustomed to seeing things within a limited range
Maybe deluded and so beware!
Now let me take the example of a fruit
Which as a child I thought was the sweetest offering of a tree
I then missed out on the importance of its leaves
That replenishes the earth with oxygen for free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem