Flowering ideas enkindling thoughts to stretch and
bend.
Taking buds from garden paths, placing them in
pockets of steel so no one may take them away.
They blossom within, growing more beautiful with
each passing whim.
Imagination continues to gently blow seeds in all
directions so many new ideas, images and inventions
will grow considerably.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem