beautiful flower poetry

Hey! Do not break the flower bud
it is expanding; wagging its branches
the old one
who have known well, you know,
all weather changes.

Imagine: the steady roots that infiltrate and spread
the rain was down every earth almost burned
and bloom the flowers slowly
by the unseen, from the womb of Nature.

Do not; just watch it carefully
how the sun scratches the colors, while
quietly
killing him very carefully
in Love, in the ransom of Nature;
see: he was drooping slowly
beautifully, without a single complaint.