Today I walk around
saw dying flowers abound
rains in summer seldom come
makes the ground dry and boredom
Instinct drives my interest
to regrow flowers at its best
with shovel and water I start
to replant the roses with heart
Soon enough after months passed
radiant shoots of lovely flowers surface
as those withered red roses come to bloom
bring smile to all hearts that feel gloom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem