They come in blues 'n' pinks 'n' reds,
In different shapes 'n' colours;
They lay in beds and move their heads,
Along the wind they flutter
Flowers, they're called,
They're pretty and bright;
They've been created by the Almight!
They come in buds,
Which later bloom
Into pretty flowers
That drive away gloom
Different flowers have different scents
Sweet messages from God they send;
Along the wind they shake 'n' bend
And Anything sad they can mend.
Flowers are pretty, Flowers are sweet,
Flowers are one of nature's greatest beauties.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello!
This is for the veeerryy first time that I'm writing a POEM!! I haven't written any before! Actually, I never bothered to! But today, in school when my English teacher said that we'll be given MARKS for writing it, did I atleast TRY to write one. We were given the heading- "The Beauties Of Nature"
It might not be as good as my friends' works, eg.- SIFAT- she's an awesome writer!! (@Luv1DSifatpkyek).
The best part is, that- I penned down my very first poem in just an hour, n that too in such a noisy class!! :P
I hope you like it! :)
