It is February
How brilliant the sun is
Rising from the hills green
In the east;
With his orchid petals glowing
In the morning haze.
A full yellow flame that rages
And burn in harmless glow;
No man can douse these nature born and bred
Even when the clouds smother on
The flame like a shadow in the dark
Rages on
If not on our own side
Then the other side must glow
Until when man implode this flame
That keeps him on
With his various munitions of climate change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem