Sweet little flowers peep from behind the leaves
Playing hide and seek among the bushy trees
Dancing merrily to the tune of the breeze
Lovely urchins of Nature, budding seeds of the future.
Delight to the poetic sight, in colors and white
The smell of the Rose, a delight to the nose
Some are herbs, so pure, for many an ill a cure
A lifeso short and sweet, yet for others, a treat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem