Something very special happened to me
It happened in my pretty bower
Something bloomed ever so delightful
with tips of the colour of the sun
Its crown, the colour of bravery and courage
And its pedestal always reaching high
Surrounded by its very strong army
And new pedestals continue to grow
But if the magic gets captured
And closes, it closes for a 100 years
But when the rain distils on its soft velvety dress
They shine like diamonds as the Queen comes to life
She is a great queen with a few qualities of the Lotus,
She is none other than Scarlet, the queen of lilies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem