Beneath two inches of rich dark earth,
I am a seed awaiting birth.
As spring draws near, I begin to swell
what I will be I cannot tell? .
My shell soon splits at last I’m free;
I’m soon to know if I’m flower or tree.
I push my way with tender care, up to the wonders awaiting there:
I break the surface with delight, as I behold a wondrous sight;
A garden such as you’ve ever seen; colours with a velvet sheen.
Yellows, blue’s, pinks and reds, of flowers in their summer bed’s.
Marvellous I think; will I be yellow, blue or pink?
My first two leaves have now unfurled,
As I grow in this flowery world.
Growing stronger in the wind I sway
as nearer draws my flowering day.
It’s nearly time my excitement grows;
Will the flowers I bear be as beautiful as those?
Now there’s footsteps approaching, there very near;
It’s only the man who tends the garden here.
But as he nears I hear him say,
I’m not wasting feed! I’II pull it up it’s only a,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem