Oh flowers, you wade by the wind,
And stop by open grass meadows.
You stay by the sun, the rain and the moon,
And you also know when it's time to bloom.
Oh flowers, you live and thrive under the bright mid-day sun.
And you take a quiet nap in the shimmering night.
Your bright colors attract many noses,
Especially orchids, daisies, and roses.
Oh flowers, you are so beautiful,
And your petals shine brightly in the daylight.
Your home is to bees and many other things,
And then you know it's time for spring.
Reprinted from The Westwood Public Library's 2004 Poetry Anthology
