"will you bloom again? "I ask the flower bud
"I am just a bud about to bloom;
Before long I will flower again."
But the buds scatters and fall...
"will you bloom again? "I ask the flower bud
"I have started to bloom and
The spring is near here
Before long I will flower again."
But a cold wind blows and
Destroys the buds...
"will you bloom again? "I ask the flower
"I am about to wither and die
But my roots remain
Before long I will glow again."
But only when your buds flower
Do I become complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" will you bloom again? " I ask the flower " I am about to wither and die But my roots remain Before long I will glow again." great philosophy from simple observation. love it. tony
I am very glad that you like the philosophy of this poem.