Not only the cultivated ones in parks And gardens, unfolding immaculate petals On a terrace or trellis, and not just The wild ones, kissed by elegant birds In jungle foliage, or brightening roadsides And meadows, blossoming anyplace that anything Can blossom, but thanks also to flowers Blooming in paintings, on carpets, potter, Fabrics of dresses and draperies or wherever The real or invented colors and shapes Of flowers lift the mood of a scene, As they are snipped from bushes, gathered In careless bunches, tied in ribbons Or arranged in rare bouquets for precious vases; Perfect by nature for gift and centerpiece, They perfume ballrooms, backyards and prairies, And, indoors or out the window, they gladden Celebrations and refresh every country And season, for, even in iciest winter, The word flower thrives in every language, Adorning what everyone says and imagines With the beautiful thought of flowers Which teach by timeless example That life goes by anyway; you might as well Flower. Thanks to Flowers by Kath Farrell |