Pink, purple, blue, and green
all flowers are ment to be seen
not all flowers come in pruple and blue
but fortunally violets do
some flowers are prettier then dawn
some so gentle your gaze is drawn
some roses are big and bold
While some are painless to hold
petals are soft as silk
some are white as milk
some are the color of sunset dew
others rise up on seasons cue
some flowers love to blend
while other prepare to mend
some like to be radiant as the sun
while other like to be dull or fun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem