Bee is asleep in the flower cradle
Breeze gently rocked the soft cradle
She came to pluck the flower but she didn't!
She left silently without disturbing gentle creature's sleep
Mother in her heart didn't permit her to disturb
the bee baby's sleep in the nature's cradle!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So Flowers are the Life saviour of some insects...... The stamina giver to human