The winter summer and rain will peck at it
wthout shelther, without shade
down from the savanna up to the mountains
nature's blossom still blossoms
like the quiet queen ant in a trap
it makes no sign to let loose
having found its way fromthe deapth of the soil
it will again find its way through this
though some tried to make hurt
that it would not cease its life
cycle to cycle, respiration is given
they touch the layers of earth
to destroy the gracious green
at one point and the next
there is disappearance upon earth
and now only the greencan continue survivor of life
Blessing the earth it came to do
minning the shine from the sun
passing the breeze from space to space
to be greatful to the green plant that we have its gain
now let the planting seasonbe the happiest moments
everyone a green plant
every home a green garden
for its prize has not been paid in full.
How beautiful we are blessed with so much, we only need to take a break and be amazed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True that plants are our true friends. Thanks