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