A little flower
opens in the wilderness.
Around her nothing
but a few trees,
several stones,
some sparse grass.
Before a gentle breeze
she bows in reverence;
while the sun sneaks up
she contemplates her own breath.
Unfettered, she desires nothing.
The expression on her face
recalls the last philosopher
on this lonely Earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice description of a flower in your poem....I enjoyed it.Thanks for sharing. I invite u to read my poems, Thanks.