The man threw
The withered flower,
The little child stared at it
In amazement,
Being sad and gloomy,
The loving child ran towards the flower
And took it in his soft hand,
Then he felt
The flower was smiling at him
With great joy and pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes children are such that and that's why even a stone melts in front of a tender child's heart.