Buds like popped corn crowd the tree
like nascent stars glowing in a nebula.
The sun beckons, as does a book; 
the internet steals your time like a crook.
In the history of the world was there such a thief! 
To whom we gladly give our valuables chief.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    