Where for are thou Flowers…To gaze upon for hours?
SPRING forth from the dirt,
From your Mother Earth,
To become your famous splendor--
Bright and bold that unto you eyes love to Surrender.
You are of kin to a Rainbow,
An eclectic prismatic spectacle of a show,
No bounds your color spectrum seems to know.
A lovely beauty with a Heavenly smell,
Upon the senses you cast a spell.
Pretty Petals plucked one by one as innocent child’s play, oh how fun!
As symbols of affection
You’re a lover’s exchange,
Words the mouth is too shy to speak, you are to contain.
A newborn baby a wedding a happy birthday,
You are always there showing what words often lack to convey.
The sick the dying even the dead,
Your presence radiates what needs to be said,
Get well wishes grievances condolences…
What other flora has such Honors bestowed upon it?
Oh Thou Flowers…
Spring along from within the dirt,
From your Mother Earth,
Ensuring Priceless gazes upon you;
For we Celebrate your Worth .
