You decided that you were the one
To stop being shy and put your face to the sun
That inward energy show to the world
As your bud opened and your petals unfurled;
But somewhere amongst your companions there is another
A more secretive and cautious brother
Whose route to glory is when the Autumn has passed
Not the heady first rose he, but the last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem