the song of the mockingbird
is spring
in summer the osprey searches
for heaven
autumn comes and the squirrel
buries its acorns
in silent winter woods
the creatures sleep
the sun rises and sets
the planet turns without me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes, dear Barry.The world will continue to go on without us, but we were us who discovered the natural laws according to which it continues to go on.And that, we think, gives us the right to think it is absurdum it will continue to go on without us..But we must confess: It was a grace we happened to live in this world we deciphered.