As the sunshine shone brightly,
Flower buds became unfurled.    
In times winds will whip through trees,
Petals to ground will have whirled.

Should the petals be enough,
A carpet on ground they'll make.
Maybe there'll be plush walking,
Their beauty eyes will awake.

There will be a sweet fragrance,
Where sweet flowers are blooming.
Noses will search out sweetness,
As air  they'll be perfuming.