The Earth and the Poets

I am so tired and so unspeakably old I have been bearing about me for centuries, this grief, this disappointment Your covetousness, vanity, ambitions Blurred the glow of the sun, the moon, Your selfishness, greed Stop the divine flight of birds You don`t see the fawn`s bashfulness and loveliness You don`t feel the sweet scent of lime trees in June Have you ever admired grass weaving, flowers And asked yourself what they want to say to you While you were watching their modesty and beauty Have you ever thought that hills and valleys hold something of your own in them And sometimes, when your eyes drink in a sky of stars, Do you see the compassion of my friends, Because I am loaded with factories, garbage, And shrouded in smoke, while my sea is boiling and weeping I can`t condone your wickedness My dreams are shattered But I am here, because of the poets Thousands and thousands of poets are singing about me They are saying::- Fear no more Fear no more, we are here!- And while they are repeating these comforting words, They are giving all my sorrows to the universe, Which cries for this huge burden, Renews, makes a fresh start Forgives and forgets But I am still here, because of the poets fear