O you with slim, tall leaves of inborn grace,
And lovely petals pleasing with fragrance,
With moss and pigweed mingle in hills cold,
Secluded, hidden in ravine age-old.
O fair you are, so lush by brooks and streams,
Your sweet scent visible in wispy steams;
Your innermost moans, inaudible in marsh,
When frost falls year 'fter year, pressing and harsh,
While petals soft can barely stand a gush;
You fall and crumble with the lowly to slush,
Blind to earth and heaven, to all the change,
Blind to alterations, new or strange.
Your charm and grace at last will fade away,
Yet in some hearts you will forever stay.
Nov.8th,2011.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A splendid sonnet sonnet excellently penned. 10
Thank you for your time. Nice weekend!