It was a peaceful June day when I spoke to him
Dressed in plain gardening clothes and sunshine
Listening to my youthful worries and woes in life
All while tending to his precious lilies and orchids
With attentive ears and careful concentration he spoke
When I had planted seeds of doubt, he sowed clarity
While the tainted soils of fear began to nurture hope
And anxious pollution turned to convicting pollination
"All flowers must wilt in time, but let it be not their final memory
For it is the beauty of our bloom that we will remember so dearly."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very kind poem that speaks from a very kind heart