If you love the flower
love the seed
that buries in the soil
and opens up itself
from two ends;
From the lower opening
gives out the strong roots
to hold on to the mother earth
for water and minerals
as a baby child holds on
to the breasts of its mother;
From the upper opening
it sprouts out
to seek for its growth
air and sunshine
in the world outside;
stands on its strong stem
Branches out widely
in the open air
wearing green foliage
Green leaves - its kitchen
Then blossoms
into scented pretty flowers
To bear juicy fruit...
multiplies in countless seeds
of its own kind
Hiding inside the juicy fruit
One Manifests in Multitudes
of its own kind;
If you love the flower
Love the seed;
It tells you your whole story
The Hidden Truth! ! !
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem