Flowers are beautiful when fresh and fragrant,
Flowers are wonderful before they are wrinkled,
Flowers are offered in the altars, when they are elegant,
Flowers not aware of their status until they are discarded,
Flowers are kept as show pieces, as few are rare,
Deep from the jungle of ignorance procured,
Flowers can sway to the blow of the breeze,
Can't stand the slaps the hurts of the storms,
Flowers represent the ranks of the plants,
When the blooms are pretty and calm, the family is healthy,
Each little and big flower that opens at any time,
Each little garden and wild flower that blooms,
Has the only hope in their dreaming heart,
To be productive and loved a lot,
Hospitality of honey to the visitors,
Be the confidant home to the young dwellers,
Most never look at the stars the nocturnal suitors,
The life of the flowers is as aromatic as the perfumers.
Happy Woman's Day!
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I would like to translate this poem
productive and love a lot. good love. thanks.