I
Who are we? Why are we here?
Are we all dead or alive? –
It's all the same for the wild bee:
World, that beneath, is for her
Only the flower path
(The author's unknown.
Translated from Russian)
II
When wintertime comes
Breaking the circle of life
Soul of the wild bee's
Flying away toward Home
Following flower path
'The Way of Grass' (2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem