Where ever gorgeous flowers grow
Cooling winds are expected to blow.
Keeping the heat from burning up
The poppies, roses, and butter cup.
Moisture helps to keep flowers green
Making them the greenish ever seen.
Many of different colors and hues
Are blossomed and grown for our use.
Some feel silken to the touch
Extra ordinary colors we love so much
Pick some but leave a few
So that others will grow just like new.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem