Colors so bright I swear I could smell them,
a perfect kaleidoscope of hues.
Blinding me with excitement,
deafening me with their awe and beauty.
Roses curled up in a lovely kiss,
in shades of pink, white and red.
Tempting me with their sexual ambiguity,
waving like a stranger
in the wind.
Daisies giving me a friendly smile,
with their innocent, white petals.
Inviting me to sit and chat,
and perhaps share a cup of tea
to discuss our days over.
Lilies sprawling about,
with their elegant, flamingo pink flavor.
Drooping like a chandelier,
and revealing the secrets hidden within.
Tulips as purple as the plums
I picked from my grandmother's tree.
Mocking me with their vibrant personalities,
yet contained and uptight all the same
Their identities shine
through their wordless expressions.
I find more comfort here
than among the loud and thoughtless.