A bud no longer hidden
Or shadowed from the crowd
But a blossom that is blooming
So colorful and loud
Moving on its own
And feeling in its soul
The power to stay open
And the will to take control
Petals slowly revealing
Themselves to the world
A beauty like no other
That's ever been unfurled
So nurtured by sunlight
And by its roots planted
Any dream could be real
Any wish can be granted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're a pretty flower, I agree. Can I be the bee that pollenates you?