Beautifully it appears,
Not far from realia,
it lays its roots deep to the soil.
The mountaneous love,
The flower denotes my soul,
She is an eathly angel,
The one I can catch a bullet to protect.
I irrigate my garden each evening,
To enjoy the beautiful scents when the morning awakens us.
Humbled farmer,
Always my task to keep you as pretty as you're,
for I reap the sweet flowers whenever I come across.
K