Have you ever seen a flower lie,
that seeks an end and means to fly?
I once saw one fall towards the sky,
drawn by the promises of clouds.
Have you ever seen a flower grow,
be nurtured, weeded and fed,
till they are old enough, then plucked,
to do their duty in foreign lands.
Thomas Brown (C) 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really good =)