A buttercup is beautiful, A delight for to see
So long as it is in a field, where it's meant to be
But, like the anger, that burns in our heart
If it is in the wrong place, we must make it depart.
For God has a purpose, and a place for each thing
Be it a weed, or a flower, or a man who can sing
And each in his place, is perfect to see
So long as we stay where God wants us to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem