Neither desolation by drought
Nor deluge of sea winds
Can break the will of a seed-to sprout.
So whether witnessing to a calm spring,
Spreading tears on desiccated soil,
Or watching dirt boil dry after flood,
Allow yourself: be overtaken
By the beauty blooming
Over what's been planned-and planted.
See regardless of weather or intent,
Flapping and humming wings
Chase their painted partners
To where the highways lead,
Which is every year,
Wherever wildflowers are needed-and sought.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Alek Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken