He grows and grows beginning in spring
Why, he does not know when to stop
I have to clip him down you see
Or I would barely be able to reach the top.
After the first of September arrives, finally
Tiny lovely little daisy-like flowers bloom
Unfortunately that is when the rain begins
I pick huge bouquets to chase away any gloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem