A bud blooms into a flower
Whether it is in a bush
Or in a bower
It spreads around sweet essence
With the smooth wind
It merrily dances
A flower lives only for a day
In all seasons it remains
Happy and gay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Despite its short life how the flower lives beautiful, useful and fragrant is the lesson for humans....one more golden feather on your poetic crown...thank you friend for your visit to my page and the comment on my poem