Not all forests grow so large
And lesser still grow lush
Yet even in a scattered wood
There lives a deepness understood
Beneath the underbrush
And yes, there are no perfect waves
That ride on stallion tides.
But every force which carries weight
And fits it’s flow to what it takes
Is life that should be prized.
You needn’t set the world on fire
To be a flame one should admire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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