Flowers...

There are flowers in my garden,
They are beauty par beauty,
Every morn I touch their silken lips,
Every eve I smell their adorable tips
I know they never sleep nor slumber,
For they are here to nurture the Nature,
They see things none can tell,
Yet they never do swell,
In their bloom they tell a tale,
That every gardener knows under his veil,
Their simple beauty tells us all,
Be with the One who creates this all
It is His way of showing his nature
It is all the jubilation,
No I, no we, but all His celebration.

(by: Khan, BA)