in the season of spring
the wild flowers
showers sweetness in the jungle
adorned with bright hues.
, it sheds itself quietly,
alone and forlorn.
no one to praise its beauty.
yet, the whole jungle comes alive,
with the advent of spring,
whren the jakaranda and
the flame of the forest blooms,
in the unknown wilderness,
.lies their spirit of happiness in giving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem