The splendor of a meadow is not in a single blade of grass but in
the collection of them side by side.
Their unity in sprouting, length and purpose shines in all directions.
It does not however diminish the value of each unique one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pleasant succinct poem about integration and overall image- and how nature is an absolute MASTER of this force. How Mother Nature created it, in fact.