The Bird, The Bell, And Me
by Misuzu Kaneko
translated and illustrated by dosankodebbie
Though I hold out my arms as wide as I can,
I can never soar the skies;
A little bird can do just that,
yet not run as fast as I can.
Though I jiggle my body from head to toe,
I can't make pretty sounds;
A tinkling bell can do just that,
yet not know as many songs as I do.
The bell, the bird, and then there's me;
each of us different, and each of us good.