A playful angel with his bow

Written by: Ovidiu Bocsa

These flowers,days and feelings if I take,
You rest without my dear green mistake;
A playful angel with his bow can partake 
Of our friend azure with few clouds`steak;
If sweet and shy, young roses bravely bake,
Red will escape from heaven, for my sake.
So, other blond and gold attempt I make:
Sweet water lily, please don`t break
Serenity of inner blue with your rake;
Yet, yellow smiles happily asleep by lake.