There is no fertilizer at all
But they grow without any quarrels.
Flowers in different colors
And varieties of fragrance.
I have no fence and restrictions too.
Birds, bees, butterflies and hornets idle.
Some trespassers with strong hands,
Sometimes very cruel.
Please do not pluck in that way as it's painful
And let the flowers wither.
One day I have to abandon the garden
As my soul takes wings.
But you find another gardener there.
* Spring comes and goes, yet comes again.
What a wonderful shuttle the nature is?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Would that your graceful garden could be a metaphor for peoples all over the world. To grow without fences and without wars. I agree with Sandra about the beauty of your recent poems. And the grace of the last couplet. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥