НАПИШИТЕ ПЛИЗ СТИХ НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ ПРО РАСТЕНИЯ СРОЧНО СРОЧНО СРОЧНО!!!!!!!!!!!!ПОЖАЛУЙСТА

Сенткреазия, крассула, arrowrootremind, probably, usin the clouds-fur coats cold Marcheternal summer strange countries,where never been there, won't(would survive in the clutches of a shaggy winter!).But why is it so hard breedin tubs whimsical messengers we?Do not be surprised if the lava greenand at the dawn of untidy CBSin the Venezuelan poor potssuddenly zashumyat branches of white birches.And as for soap sugary picture(firmly necessity pressed against the wall)the goodness of autumn fields of UkraineVenezuelan-sees in a dream. Slowly, slowly, as though with fear,through the blackness of тридевятых land,with ларчиком snow, like a fairy tale,will grow in the room the first fir...

ну как? подойдёт?

I see you are a seed, Tell me what do you need, I need some soil to grow, And then the sun to glow, Water to make me wet, Air for my leaves to get, Space for my roots to spread, Now I'm a plant.