Flowers !

Its lovely to see the flowers bloom;

With the sun's rise, at gloom

Silvery drops of dew;

On the petals of few!

Nectar of flowers, takes the bee;

Before the sun's hay of sound;

Bloom with the desires of love;

Primrose, daffodils and tulips.

White, yellow, red and blue;

As generous as they are,

Why man can't be so?