The Blooms Pristine

In the spring, I'm a Daffodill In many hues, dancing on the hill Swaying with the gentle breeze In the spring I'm easy to please In late spring, I'm pale pink rose Growing on the trellis, inviting bees toes To touch on me, drink their fill of nectar Sweet, in late spring I'm real neat In early summer, I'm Buddleia When Butterflies come, Cassiopeiae Is so jealous of the attention As they touch and tickle my extensions Later on I become Great Yellow Gentian At this time I'm in another dimension Waiting the time in the fall when I've lived all Then I become the great Sunflower in the fall When winter arrives, I'm barely now alive This is when Camellia makes her debut She is really now more alive leaves glisten They've a glossy waxy shin and the blooms pristine (In response to Andrea's Blog.)