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A poem translation of this story
The Sapling's Growth
No one sees me from space
Nor continent, nor country, not the large place
Not from high mountain tops nor busy streets.
But search deeper and lower the and the finest of trees.
I am not strong with my flimsy leaves,
But you stand tall against the wildest breeze.
No you are just as mighty as me.
We hold to our nature, though different we be.
The earth is mighty with its animals and birds,
From insects, to plants, to the wildest herds.
You, oh sapling, fit among these things.
Your roots will stem legs, and your branches wings.
Yes the earth has great plants and creatures,
But how does my life compare to its features?
The trees leaves stood still to ponder this question.
What could he say to make of this lesson?
How do I talk, oh little sapling?
You talk like you've lived and I am not grappling.
Sprouts are sprouts, and trees are trees,
A fox wasn't meant to be a tree, nor a sapling be me.
You see, oh sapling, nature made us differently.
This does not make you any weaker than me.
You heart is strong, and your thoughts worth while.
I enjoy speaking with you, you make me smile.
But still the sapling did not understand,
How his little self had a part in this plan.
He wanted to have the strength of the oak.
So he waited and waited until he awoke.
Mother nature looked closely and what did she see?
Her confused little sapling finally at peace.
He patiently waited until on day he'd joke,
About when he doubted the words of that oak.
The Sapling's Growth
No one sees me from space
Nor continent, nor country, not the large place
Not from high mountain tops nor busy streets.
But search deeper and lower the and the finest of trees.
I am not strong with my flimsy leaves,
But you stand tall against the wildest breeze.
No you are just as mighty as me.
We hold to our nature, though different we be.
The earth is mighty with its animals and birds,
From insects, to plants, to the wildest herds.
You, oh sapling, fit among these things.
Your roots will stem legs, and your branches wings.
Yes the earth has great plants and creatures,
But how does my life compare to its features?
The trees leaves stood still to ponder this question.
What could he say to make of this lesson?
How do I talk, oh little sapling?
You talk like you've lived and I am not grappling.
Sprouts are sprouts, and trees are trees,
A fox wasn't meant to be a tree, nor a sapling be me.
You see, oh sapling, nature made us differently.
This does not make you any weaker than me.
You heart is strong, and your thoughts worth while.
I enjoy speaking with you, you make me smile.
But still the sapling did not understand,
How his little self had a part in this plan.
He wanted to have the strength of the oak.
So he waited and waited until he awoke.
Mother nature looked closely and what did she see?
Her confused little sapling finally at peace.
He patiently waited until on day he'd joke,
About when he doubted the words of that oak.
Also, I loved interpreting this so much. A funny image popped in my head that this is what the scripts of silent films look like.
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