Flowers can't speak nor yell
But they might tell
Emotions and feelings
by their smell!
Listen to their scent;
You'll see what they meant:
Glories and wonders
That they have spent.
Stories will be told,
Beautiful like gold
From lots of flowers
Before they get old.
YOU ARE READING
My Pretty Poems
PuisiA book flooded with ripples of poetry . Simple but nice and I hope you will like .
