I’m a Little Thing

I’m a leaf of little grass in the weald,

Without strapping build like a pinetree.

No matter how the strong wind howl,

I still stand firmly at the top of a hill.

I’m a little bead in the spoondrift

Lack of marvelous vigour like the sea.

I’m able to moisten the golden beach,

As the white water lash the seaside.

I’m a little ant in the crypt,

Who never looks mighty like a tiger.

I may destroy a solid dam,

If only insistently I do my best.

I’m a little bird in the trees,

Whose wings are less powerful than an eagle’s.

I can also fly in the blue sky,

So long as I’ m willing delightedly.

Oh, I’m a little thing in the universe,

Whom people seldom pay attention to.

In the mass I only play a common role,

But I never leave the world alone.