tiny yellow glow from wooden fence
reaching sun rays from high clouds
i get closer to see what could be
tiny daffodils prancing its beauty
i pick my pocket for magical lens
to see image clear as sparkletts
a click or two to save or to send
for beautiful maiden waiting rain
i can't decide which will i keep
one with stem or one with leaves
both so lovely and so dear to me
i have roots in my mind so pretty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem