A butterfly sits
On a feathery flower tip.
A sparrow sits
On a slender twig tip.
An eagle sits
On a sturdy treetop.
Each one knows
Its own weight,
A seat it selects,
Knowing its limit,
And up it flies,
To its chosen height.
His own limits,
A man knows not.
Too much he wants,
More than his limit.
It's where he suffers,
Life long, quite a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Each one knows Its own weight, A seat it selects, Knowing its limit, And up it flies, To its chosen height.' But we don't... excellent poem.10+++