A rose blossom
In the morning dew
And the green background
Wears a cap of its petals
Wow, the nectar lovers scream
For a splendid beauty
In the morning dew.
At noon time the petals shrink
Like bitterleaf wilted by the scorching sun
Oh, what a fading beauty
In the evening sun
All the the butterflies, bees and moths
And sunbirds have taken their nectar away
Leaving the petals falling apart
What a fading at sundown!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rose blossoms at morning time and at afternoon shrinks.......wonderful imagery really.