Open dear Open,
It is seven in the morning
It is me Mr. Sun Knocking
Shining from sky
Dont be shy, open
rise and make paradise
Open dear flower Open.
It is me mr Bee
I bring pollen with me.
Open or i will let you bee.
Open Miss flower open
Its me again
Hurry and make some grain.
You stand to gain
Open Miss flower Open,
Its me mr.lover
I am taking you to my love.
As a show of all the love i have.
It now the time and hour.
To open doors of your soul
Break down the walls.
And allow prosperity to dwell in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem