A new born takin calf I be,
Living at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
My sister born days before me
Died as sometimes some newborn do.
Such death seems to make humans sad.
They tried to save my sister's life.
Most life does not deem death as bad.
But for humans, death causes strife.
I guess the Zoo is time and place
For humans to better connect
With the beauty of nature's grace,
That all life with death is perfect.
Nature is to live, then to die.
I do not pretend to know why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem