The tree that blooms unnoticed,
bears sweet blossom still,
and has it's time of beauty,
even on the silent hill.
And the lone flower on the meadow,
neither grieves nor mourns its plight,
but opes its petals to the
morning,
and revels in the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poetry is all relatable to the human condition. Sometimes I feel like an unnoticed poem as a writer myself. Love your work. Joyce
Hi Joyce. 💗 You are a poem. And not unnoticed. 😃🌷 thanks my friend