King of the land are the evergreen
whose red berries are the finest seen
brightening up the borders fair with
splendid heads of well groomed hair.
Well mannered and of good taste
from a line that's been well traced
back to the time of Adam and Eve
before an apple, enticed to deceive.
Most are green, some variegated,
some upright, some prostrated
a likeable bunch, happy and jolly
but beware, that leaf of the Holly.
They bring colour and finesse
and in harmony acquiesce
that they, and they alone are
installed on the borders throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem