Dandelion Knows Well
We are familiar with dandelion flower
I also love how far and lightly flower seeds go,
fly away like snowflakes,
between concrete and asphalt,
in the cracked ground,
by the pile of garbage on the street,
those fresh, shiny, beautiful flowers,
equal and round,
blooming without getting bored?
i know well
With the suffering of the world,
even if body and soul bathe with sweat,
we are thinking of dandelion seeds,
we feel the sacred of the work
Without getting into deep waters down of the past,
relentlessly patience awaiting future gifts:
Today, reminding us of the value of our existence:
Dandelion,
since the old days
we know that our life is like a dandelion,
to be able to touch life to come,
so quietly far away,
we was aware of the power of labor
Didn't die last winter,
by the strong vitality,
revives again in the spring
even if stepped on and stepped on in spring and autumn,
it stands firm
Must live in the sun but
survive in the shade also,
abandoned by weeds
with sawtooth leaves
Grass' friend, dandelion,
thankful heart, giving as is,
The flower of love, you know us very well.
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