The pathetic potted plant is confined
It can not wander or free its mind
Extreme limitations halt a thriving existence
Withering parched leaves beg for assistance
Radiance from the sun begins to broil
Meshed roots choke in the arid soil
Restraints cuff a desire to continue breathing
The longing to be a participant is yielding
Mercifully the indoor gardener takes notice
Slumping stems summon alarming focus
Watering maintains temporary survival
Extending the possibility for complete revival
Time to transplant into a more nourishing loam
With enough room for exploring roots to roam
Lush foliage is now abundant and beguiling
Displaying lovely green hues of eternal spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finally, a poem that makes sense. good writing.