the bees go buzz, buzz, buzz
and do what they must do
to polinate the roses
the faerie waits until they're through
to add a bit of magic
she will give the rose a kiss or two
not even the rain can ruin
the magic of the rose
for when a faerie kisses it
the magic seals itself inside
so when you smell the roses
you can feel the faeries pride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem