We both lactate.
Excited as the petals
open wide.
As both change sides,
and finaly come together.
Just as the dew,
drips from each rose
early
comes the morning.
Some work harder.
And thier reward has grown.
While still the bee
comes back.
With yellow heavy feet
and much to tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem