Of all the wild things
From my dream
This is the closest
To reality
An apple falls from a tree
From the leaf
You can see
The fruit was
A flower
Who tried her best to attract a bee
While others were busy with their lives
Not to be free
Or for glee
The bee didn't mind
The flower had a white pale face
Her inside was sweet
She was changed by the bee
When a new day got its pace
She couldn't wait to get her red coat and flee
Finally
She left the tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, thanks, I like it.