A flower opens
Its petals spread
Toward the sun
Though still, not dead
But seeing none
The bee lands
And pollen takes
The bee honey makes
The flower is there
For hours or few days
Open to the rays
Of warm sunlight
~2002~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think that the heart of a Child is so close to God.You speak with such wisdom an clarity. This poem is cleansing and so is your heart.Love Duncan