Sprouted green one morning in my garden
A sturdy leaf of green so young and strong
Struggling to emerge from gray darken den
She came above to sing her flower song
A bud burst forth a blushing fragrant red
Frill of pink and white touched petals fair
Naive to greet the sun with shaking head
Flirting sweetly with the warm sun and air
Mid-afternoon scorched hot the arid land
Our little flower thirsted for the rain
Harsh showers drenched her drooping petal hand
Changing springtime flowers along the lane
An omen for the lifetime of all men
And inspiration for my humble pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem