Albalbaka – First part of the summer

Every leaf that breathes the air.

Plants blossom,

Branches stretch skyward,

Hummingbirds feeding on nectars, 

The apples, the cherries, the pears, ripen. 

Albalbaka- First part of the summer

On a distant,

The Mother earth is angry!

After the last tree has been cut down,

After the hummingbird has been shot,

After the last dynamite been exploded in the ocean.

Coldness covers me to feel the summer.

My roots suffocating,

My brightly-white flowers dying.

My appearance is indescribable.

Am I still the beautiful Silver Daisy-Bush?

Albalbaka- First part of the summer

Mother earth speaks to you through every plants.