It is going on silently,
without declaration
and proclamation.
The insects don't know,
how they act as catalyst.
Thru the blooming of buds,
thru outbursts of seeds,
and sway of the plants and trees,
they announce their joyful presence.
Creation goes on without lust.
Neela, you have good knowledge of Botany as well. Insects are attracted towards flower for the nectar and do not know their role of carrying pollen grains to the female flowers. It all seems a highly sophisticated computer program. You have written a nice poem which reflects your knowledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and on and on well after we are dust it will, it does, it just must!