A breeze blows in carrying a seed on it's wing,
No one knew, no one saw a thing.
Not before its growth is strong and growing tall,
Causing one's path to falter and stride to stall.
Creeping vines of Ivy cover, smoke-screen and smother,
the true strength and power of our dear earth mother.
Her caresses exceed blooms, brambles and branches,
kissing the soul of he whom embraces her advances.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem