Today I wander around
saw dying flowers abound
the summer- rain seldom comes
made the ground arid it becomes
Instinct drove my interest
replant flowers to show its best
with shovel and pail of water I started
to buried its stems in soil and then watered
Soon enough after a month passed
radiant shoots of flowers have surfaced
those withered red roses have came to bloom
and bring smile to everyone whose hearts once gloom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem