There is a flower if given voice
would ask if she could chime
to ring when all around rejoice
with joy at Christmas time.
Not caring of Winter's woe
it's snow, it's sleet or frost
nothing will stop her glow
she'll flower at any cost.
A shake soon rids her head
of any uninvited guest, and
a change of linen on her bed
helps her to undo the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem