Our Universe:
A giant flower,
Unfolding petals,
Spreading wide,
All blossom;
Then drying,
And dying.
Crumbling fragments scattered
By the winds of space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a deep poem Paul, I like the idea of our universe being a flower though, and who knows what is beyond it, or where it ends, it is all beyond our intelligence, now you have got me pondering lol Lynda xx 10