In a grove blooming wild flowers
flowers that appear and bloom in the grasp of earth
the flowers that come from the time and the season
the flowers belonging to the flowering plant species
no touch of editors or publishers handling it
there is no man-made engineering that drives it to bloom
flowers that grow naturally on the sidelines of the grass
growing on the sidelines of the shrubs that dominate the space
shrub trees that are reluctant to share the beauty of the flower
the battle of beauty, the battle reaches the light of life
wild flowers remain not less beautiful, still no less fragrant
no less useful in creating quality honey
a flower, a poem born from the same season
born through the same process, absorb the same essence of the earth
appear and bloom never choose which tree
no tree has the right to say: "they are the producers of interest"
while he is kind of flowering plants, will still appear the interest
though the bushes and the trees oppress him with pride
no beautiful flowers grow directly in the garden of the country
and become the decoration of the land, the pride of the land, and the flower
originally born in the open, because the beautiful and then cultivated
then planted in the garden, then planted in the yard to decorate
and not more fragrant than flowers of the same kind
that grow in the bushes, which grow wild in the forests!
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