A family of flowers inhabits the world,
It is a flood or danger to the public,
Pursuing emotions of the light and sound,
Fixing the human stare, like an awareness.
The flowers fluently express their buttons,
Hammers fetched would grow in return,
People are forced to smartly panic,
Purposes of the thunder are many.
This circus of flowers praises the people,
After the thunder of roses and light;
A learned man will prescribe a treatment,
For every man and woman and child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem