Influences are numerous and unmistakable.
A bump or a glance is strangely unshakeable.
Occurrences happen continuously each day.
Each stem and petal creates a floral bouquet.
Gathering is involuntary; retaining is selective.
What you hold in your hand is totally reflective.
Each blossom or weed has a resemblance to you.
The long lasting fragrance is impossible to undo.
WOW I love the metaphors here.....nice job....you have been playing in the flowers beds a little lately: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All around us, we can see the beauty of God's creations, but only a few like you know how to enjoy these things-an excellent writing.