Flowers

Swaying slightly in the breeze,

With lazily buzzing bumblebees

A natural perfume, sweet and soft

Holding spirits high and aloft.

Gentle colors, pink and yellow

Will make the most unlyrical being mellow.

Red and blue, bold as brass

Gives a hue of uniqueness and contrast.

When the pitter patter of the sky’s tears come,

When the beaming Sun’s presence is welcome,

The gods send down a heavenly glow,

A smile made of all the flowers, a rainbow.