What lies down on the ocean floor,
Where no one goes for there's no door?
Perhaps the eel on a bumpy rock,
Or seahorses swimming around to talk? I wonder...
What space holds for the world,
Above the planets that are being hurled,
Maybe just an astronaut or two,
Or just an alien singing "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!"? I wonder...
What it'll be like in a million years,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem