This poem is dedicated to you steemit friend
In the morning it will look fresh
Green leaves are filled with clear morning dew
Your petals are closed because you want to touch the sun
The stalk creeps up the spread
In the afternoon it will look tough
Standing sturdy radiates an imperceptible color
Like flowers grow in spring
Being at the helm of a powerful country
Elegant look hard to find
In the afternoon you look ducked happy
See the skewed sun that will be picked dusk
Until defeat the Chinese tower
Happy to have summarized the flower story
Until the letter is printed on paper with ink