For Iris

09/04/2025 Thursday 57-83F Partly Cloudy

My new poem--For Iris 😅

The most ethereal and plainest iris, 

With a touch of blue deepening the white. 

Gracefully, 

It crawls on the ground, 

Hence its humble nature;

While the end of its bent-upward spikes, 

Reveals its true character of fighting against fate.    

 

Wherever I grow, 

I am indeed different from other gaudy ones--

I was born fragrant, 

I won’t be stuck in the dirt.

最仙最素的一款鸢尾，

洁白中蕴着一抹蓝。

婷婷，

伏地而生，

我本谦逊；

末了奋力挑起的花箭，

是不甘屈服的命运。

莫论出身，

我与庸粉终有殊矣----

我自含芬芳，

不困于泥尘。