A bunch of flowers
Sat in a vase
Colourful and lonely
A mind looks at them
Wondering
What is it they have to say
Are they a thank you
Or a gift of love
Are they an apology
Or given in remorse
Perhaps they are for nothing
Given to bring a smile
The mind looks on
Wondering for a while
The flowers sit in their vase
Unmoved by thought
Or the reason given to them
A little water at their base
To keep them fresh for a while
They are the end of the day
Just flowers in a vase
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great philosophy of life brought out from a simple thing...... ' they are the end of the day just flowers in a vase' nothing really matters in this world.....so why worry? ......... nice poem....