An inch worm slowly moves along,
trying to find the place it belongs,
struggling all the way,
inch by inch through out the day,
I watch it, wander from here to there,
never seeming to get anywhere,
finally I decide,
to place it gently on a leaf,
for a meal, or a safe place to hide,
also so it can rest and survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you gentle soul WCE. I put what I thought was a period, until it moved, onto my breakfast spoon.