Stays the flower to wither
Upon a rocky stone,
Awaits in hot sun hither
Skinny to the bone.
Dbout aside neither
As it rises no horn.
Light as a feather
And all over torn.
Under harsh weather,
From the seeds born;
Strong as leather
Out to the sun, they shone.
" Strong as leather Out to the sun, they shone" Beautiful lines... Flowers are weak yet they are so strong..Sun withers them but still they can smile to the Sun.. We think ourselves strongest animals on Earth but each and every moment we fear death..
Dear friend, you have strongly understood the way we survive. A change is needed where we live yo attain happiness, with no fear attached. God bless
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I would like to translate this poem
Light as a feather And all over torn. your way of presentation and a fine meditation on the soft petals growing on the rock and then in sunshine...... withering. sad to think it is born to wither........ thank u dear poetess. tony
Life is same for all. For man, flower, animal, tree... Everyone have their own bright and withering times. Understanding them is the success of life. Thank you dear friend for reading my poem