He plucks out a dandelion,
Then he blows out the flower's brains
Then back on the earth its remnants rains.
He destroys the flowers enemies,
The bugs and the weeds
Then out of retaliation, he plants more seeds.
He plucks off a flower's petals,
For a wish to be granted
More flowers for wishes must now be planted.
He gives her a beautiful rose,
She then smashes the flower in her book
Now forever at its beauty she can look.
Nature grows a beautiful magnificent flower,
Then he cuts it off at the stem
Once before it was nature's beautiful gem.
She grabs a flower to place in her hair,
Or maybe to flip off its head
Beauty of the flower is seen when it is dead.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem