Oil we are,
Growth is far.

Not in winter,
Growth is bitter.

But in summer,
It’s a hummer

With a scent,
Strong as paint.

Not the chemical,
The strong level.

For its purity,
Makes a jeopardy.

With every scent,
It varies hint

Used in love,
Red is done.

Yellow, pink, white,
Meanings with light.

I like red,
It’s strong said.