Flowers of spring look what you bring
Your pedals so soft and colors so bright
They are small and tender
Yet look what they render
Some smell so sweet
You'll always remember
Some spread out like carpets on the ground
They might even climb on a limb
Some even sit high on their stem
With bright colored centers
Pointed straight toward the sky
What ever the color, smell or size
With God's love each spring they will rise
Some even close at night
Just to reopen, what a beautiful sight.
                                       By: Connie Hopkins