One huge Train, long and heavy, all made of iron,
Moved along the rails, reaching the horizons.
He rushed swiftly between mountains and forests,
And he was always in search of something new.
But one day, at a bright and deafening station,
Train saw Plane flying high in the sky.
Plane was as swift as a piercing wind,
And glided freely in the air on his wings.
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Train addressed to Plane as an equal:
"How do you, Plane, manage to stay in the sky?
I'm on the ground, I'm bound by my rails,
And all my adventures take place along my paths."
Plane smiled from above and said:
"Train, each of us has his own road and his own path.
You are on earth, you see the world with your own eyes,
I fly in the sky, among different countries and shores.
You and me are very different, but equally important,
After all, each of us brings useful benefits.
I quickly deliver people to distant exotic lands,
You are confident, serene and reliable on earth."
Train realized that there was wisdom in this answer,
But didn’t understand what this wisdom was.
In order not to look stupid, he, like all people, frowned
And disappeared into a deep dark tunnel,
So that everyone think that he was thinking hard.
Nobody saw him again.
The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.
