Flowers reach for heaven to feel the rippling rain.
To ****** the sun on cooler days.
Above the snow those flowers grow, protected petals,
Avid flower lovers steal them.
Put them in glass vases.
Give them to mothers or lovers.
A simple gift that means the world.
Or better still keep them well pressed between the heavy books.
While man is given flowers, the world will be alright.
Bright and stunning, ad infinitum.
May flowers always grow.
(C) LIVVI