We can’t all be the lovely roses
or the bright chrysanthemums
We can’t all be the beautiful daisies
or the yellow sunflowers
Some of us could be the morning glories
Some of us could be the lilies of the valley
Some of us could be the adorable tulips
or the pansy orchids
Some of us could be the peaceful lotuses
or the vibrant carnations
And some prefer to be wildflowers hidden in the forest
free from the crowd and onlookers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem