On the gravelly road  

Against the lush, flourishing scenery

Is a trail of air merah

Making its way from the atas to di bawah.

Tidak mebahaya and determined,    

Quickly flowing down to the serene water,

Where the offspring – kehidupan baru - await them.


With beady mata hitam focused in one direction

Tajam claws automatically ready to defend

And an exoskeleton keras dan terang

They are as fragile as a friable, dead, kering leaf


They are no match for merciless, vicious kenderaan

Speeding down that very same kotor gravel road

Disrupting the beautiful flow of the air merah

And crushing their defenceless souls.