Let the leaves talk
let the shadows walk
little things thus tell a lot
big things seem so obvious
meekest light can bring you sight
feathers spread and dim the light
little thus a lot it might
bright the moon
and weak the sun
in a balloon
this world begun
started with a little spoon
little shoes which got outrun! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem