The tiny flower,
Looked-up to the large one,
And asked,
Do you love seeing the world from up high?
Answered the large one,
To the small one,
Yes it feels good,
To be able to see everything.
The small one asked the large one.
I feel too small when I'm next to you.
Said the large one, you look sweet and pleasant,
Don't you?
So the small one learned,
That size did not matter,
As much as looking cute did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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