What does she do?
Turn her head through
The direction of sun to show
Her existence and delightfully grow
She has only one source
A strong force
Man plays role of protector
A rare gesture
What does she need?
And thought to feed
A direction to be followed
And course to be allowed
She remains pure
With intention very sure
Life shall move around
Where ever he is found
Petals are fully in boom
With real blossom
The person should come
And accept her to welcome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one cares for dead Not a single message is read Only wreath is laid