Not so long ago, there stood nothing ,
But just a растение – gloomy and fragile 
With- 
          Petals:
           That once shimmered in black berry bliss
           With savour alluring bees and bugs 
           With the right shade contrasting the viridescent stretch.
           Now glimmering in crimson of somebody’s son
           With veins so rotten as in the crooked's flesh.
           With a bent horn hearing the laments of the son's lady.
     
         Leaves:
            That once shimmered in emerald 
            With blades well shielded with dew
            With axils so strong and not yet broken by gale.
            Now glimmering under the clusters of missiles 
            With a stoma sucking tears that hover around
            With a ruptured midrib like a backstabbed soldier at the field 
 
        Roots:
              That was once innocent in taffy pink like an infant's toe
              With nodes harking to the waltz capered 
              With a good hold not betraying it’s earth.
              Now tottering under the tracks of “The Soviet T-34”
              With root hairs feasting over the trails of blood 
              With a thirst for more and more……

           (Note: растение- plant , Из - of( buryat) , війна- war( Ukranian))