THESE FLOWERS ARE FOR YOU
I walk through the forest and across the stream swiftly, hearing the melodious song of the stream.
I see the forest birds soaring high, playful clouds in the sunny sky.
Today, I visit Uncle Ho, a long-held dream.
I bring beautiful flowers from our mountainous home to lay at Uncle Ho’s Mausoleum.
The banyan tree from Tan Trao is still here.
White orchids are brought from the Northwest to the Mausoleum.
Peach blossoms from Son La bloom as spring arrives.
Together, they paint a picture of the homeland in the mountainous region.
I am a girl from the border mountains, traveling a long journey to visit Uncle Ho.
I am so joyful, oh Uncle.
My village is grateful to Uncle Ho and the Communist Party.
Every step I take represents my homeland’s way of life.
My village is truly thankful to Uncle Ho, and these beautiful wildflowers are dedicated to You.
