Oh.... little bird!
How I wish to be like you.
Can happily fly in the sky.

No, no , dear flower.
When your friends the sun,
wind and rain lose temper,
I am in great danger.

Oh, birdie!
Is it not great to be in the sky?

No, but someday,
as you smile in a vase,
I may cry in a cage.

So,... dream not of the high
but thank and love your soil.

Moe Hein


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