We are flowers of the same tree
We play with the wind of life
We get caressed by the seasons
Our fragrances move thick and free
We are birds under the same sky
We move freely up and down
Left and right shedding songs
And colored plumes when we fly
We move with the same stream
Like drops of waters shinning
And dancing across the plains
Bearing inside us a common dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is a lovely flower like all of us. Good one