If People Think

I asked a scientist to make an olive's leaf, So green with its juices, Smelling spring and sweat from gatherers hands. He answered that he couldn't. I asked him to make the light of the sun, Reflecting its warmth in morning's appearance. To make a sun enslavor of the sea, Of breathing trees and eyes, The eyes of those who stare its dream. He answered that he couldn't. And when I asked to form the air of dawn, So heroic, sympathy air on faces of those Seeking the dew, On mainsails following the wind, He answered that he couldn't. How could ever human hands, so shakily and small Give birth to miracles, when their lines Consist of a hidden mystery delved from ages unsure? Where human says 'I can't', Nature raises and rules among Glory and Triamph. If people think that they live with power and safety, In houses they built with tractors and iron muscles, How could they live when road will be their only home? When they will be forced to run to mountains And lie down on stones and windfalls How oh how could they live? If people think that they eat because they cook Aseptic food in their high-teck kitchens, How could they eat when a slice of bread will be All they have? If people think that they can adjust their warmth By pressing a single button, How could they feel warm and enlighted If the Sun won't raise, if darkness fills the air? When people think that there is nothing they can't do, Replete with egoism, relying on their hands and their brightness, A huge laugh is coming from the sky. Because they forget that when all is gone, Floated down the stream, Only God can stay still, unbreakable and wise, Smiling at their ignorance that they own life. And if they can't be satisfied with theirselves, How could they embrace others When time force them to be united? Creatures excesses with passions and ambition They want to change their roles and become Gods in the place of the One. Yet, their hands are so weak to carry world's weight And their minds so human to judge fairly and amiably The sins of us all.