The little flower dazzled in
In the sunlight, yellow,
Very beautiful, swinging
In the soft little wind,
Along with the small leaves,
Arising a feet aground,
Singing her song
In whispers, only her mates
Could listen, butterfles
Honey bees rounding it
All the time, she felt
Like dancing with pleasure
Of the short life it lived,
Giving a glow to its plant,
The little flower thrilled
For the company
Of many more companions,
To sing a tuneless song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it, it's a creative way of describing the life of a flower. I tried to write one like this once, but it turned into something different from what i had planned. Keep up the good writing. :)