plum blossom blooms
with promise ripe fruit flowers
grow scent life with love
wither fade
before winter
leave no trace
through seasons
cycles flowers
time life grow
in due season
scent flowers will
delight our face
A beautiful nature poetry. No doubt the trees bear flowers in due time. No matter it really brings happiness to our soul always. Thank-you sir for penning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way this poem flows, the imagery, the way it feels against my face! Thanks!