Lying upon carpeted grass of nature, watching as tiny
ants and bugs move and live among it's blades in day
light.
Wondering what they think when humans come along with
lawnmowers, chopping down their frail green forests.
Imagining the monstrosity of man with a machine up
against such a tiny creature underfoot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem