Flowers

Green, red, pink and yellow,
Orange, black, blue and brown.
At these wonderful flowers, my fellow
No one could possibly frown.

Roots are feeble and weak.
Soil and water are what they seek.
Necessary for their growth
Is also a lot of warmth.

Their smell mesmerizes us.
Lilly, zenia and lotus.
Butterflies linger near them.
And their thin, greenish stem.

Here comes a man.
Binoculars in hand.
Smelling and viewing them,
Near about as he stands.

Taking them being a token of love.
Care and of friendship.
Expression of peace and devotion.
And soothing the pain of separation.

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