Have you ever felt out of place.
Not in the right time,
Not with your same race.
I can't tell if for him it hurts
I hope that he is not in pain,
But I know he's alive so he makes it work.
Nothing special not tall not wide
Still pushing himself to grow
strong he doesn't hide.
Usually south or on a sandy plain
Places hot and usually dry
That moment I knew I'd never forget that day
Push yourself to at least move forward
Don't every shy away
Push yourself don't ever be a coward.
For if a cactus in the north will still take a drink
No madder how out of place you feel
You are stronger than you think.
I realized I said push yourself twice at first I thought of changing it but then I figured it's something worth saying twice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful. Odd or suitable a place given to us not always of our choice. Only making an effort to thrive is in our hands. Love the imagery.