Flowers are pretty,
But gorgeous too ,
Flowers move in every way,
But which way is my question,
Forward, backwards or sidewards,
The smell of flowers does me a favour,
It freshens my mind making me think I'm saviour,
You see flowers have tricks of their own,
But we just never see.
I see flowers blooming
Red, white or even rainbow,
Hmm to me daffodils are the colour of honey
but then roses show love
But also white just shows the Pureness of a dove
I wrote this poem when i was younger and i thought maybe i should share it to the world. This is my first poem that i am posting please dont judge