the flowers lavished with scents,
softness and makeups of earth,
blossom in honour of the Creator
the freewheeling prayers they quietly
transmit in the breeze entice a field
of fluttering butterfiles to a sacred feast
the beauty of infinity of the moment
is so dexterously played out by every
petal, they go a circle to complete
the gratifying pirouette of nature to
fellow admirers, to the butterflies to the bees..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a meaningful contemplation spiritually..well implied and expressed...10