Plants all placed in a concrete version of a planter,
freezing outside in the cold weather.
Varieties with no choices, all jammed in together.
Textures not matching one another, yet they do look
alright.
Arousing my curiosity, wanting to reach out and touch
them, to feel how they feel and plant them in my
imagination to look upon many times in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem