Once the wind blows
the bigger they are,
the more they move.
When they are small,
they stay still.
The bigger ones are baffled
'How are they able to be immobile?
The wind doesn't seem to affect the.
Oh, I wish I was as strong.'
It's a shame
they don't know that
once the wind stops blowing
They shine the brightest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful poem, Lynn. Thanks for sharing
Thank you for your sweet poem Kelly!