Resistance power
Back to worm, caterpillar, childhood for many of butterflies
Miracle of nature and the life.
If grown, soft, sweet, very light they fly powerless in the wind and in gust
Small hit and they die snow-like in the sun.
But nature, or the God, is so kind to the child, looked after they are cuddled
And the same for our child
Very soft is skull balloon-like at birth-time, to absorb sudden shock if fallen
Delivered by mother standing, and give birth most of the animals.
The worm has knowledge and the power; materials for making safe shelter to lie rest.
If attacked it shrinks in its size; that cannot butterfly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem