Each little flower
Bathes in the sun's shower,
Reflecting a wavelength of light.
Radiantly it beams,
Attracting small winged things...
Offering them drinks of delight.
In exchange for the treat,
Pollen beads onto their feet
And is carried to the next feeding place
Where some rubs off the bead,
Causing mixture of seed...
Allowing the flower to continue its race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful thoughts on pollination. I would love to include this in my garden club's yearbook next year. The theme for next year is 'The Year of Pollinating Plants'.