May just arrived,
Always perfectly on time.
The flowers start to bloom,
Their petals spread just as stars scatter near the moon.
So many different kinds,
Each leaving a particular imprint behind.
Roses, rich in red,
Make the most uncomfortable flower bed.
Sunflowers, so loud and bright,
Start to droop by the end of the night.
Hibiscus, tropical and pink,
Wither away when the sun begins to sink.
Hydrangeas, gorgeous and wide,
Full of toxins that cause others to fall behind.
Humans are like flowers —
We’re all different types; some bloom, some wither,
Yet we still end up together.
We’re all gorgeous, inside and outside;
Flowers just have certain seasons when they thrive.
Don’t fret being unique —
You have a color people seek,
The grace that makes a bouquet beautiful and complete.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
May just arrived,
Always perfectly on time.
The flowers start to bloom,
Their petals spread just as stars scatter near the moon.
So many different kinds,
Each leaving a particular imprint behind.
Roses, rich in red,
Make the most uncomfortable flower bed.
Sunflowers, so loud and bright,
Start to droop by the end of the night.
Hibiscus, tropical and pink,
Wither away when the sun begins to sink.
Hydrangeas, gorgeous and wide,
Full of toxins that cause others to fall behind.
Humans are like flowers —
We’re all different types; some bloom, some wither,
Yet we still end up together.
We’re all gorgeous, inside and outside;
Flowers just have certain seasons when they thrive.
Don’t fret being unique —
You have a color people seek,
The grace that makes a bouquet beautiful and complete.