Stone cold showers
The definate flowers
Mothers powers
Lingering for hours
There is no way to stop,
The moring dew drop
Reaching the top
cooling the crop
The perfect storm
Past the norm
Theres nuthing left for her to preform
Reach for weeds to pick
Make the eyes sick
At the end of the day
You can see the last sun ray
She is speechles to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem