A wave is part of an ocean,
the ocean part of the world.
A leaf is part of a tree,
the tree is part of the forest.
A cloud is part of the sky,
as is a snowflake in a flurry.
A foe has their good side,
a friend has their faults to be mean,
and yet both are called weaknesses.
However, with weakness comes awareness and strength,
and without weaknesses there would be no progress.
Even a tree can stand alone from a forest.
Death is part of life,
but with no love or hate, there was no life lived.
Hate can drive one person to destroy continent after continent,
and yet a country working together can fight back.
So many loopholes.
This is by far a dummie thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem