Flower

You see all those flowers in the garden, You like the rose more than the violets, Sunflower seems to catch your eyes, Marigolds never were your types, Plucking up all those flowers you go home and put them in the flowerpot, You just don't want them to grow, When those beautiful flowers turn dull and pale, You threw them out of your house, Flowers aren't meant to be yours, They might seem beautiful and delicate, But they have gone through wars, The wind come blowing but they have stood tall, Every night they cry themselves to forestall, In morning they make your day bright, Don't you dare to compare one with other, Cause all of them are so precious and pretty, They fill earth with elegance and sophistication, You can't judge the beauty of black lilies with the pov of buttercups, Love all of them, respect them, Flowers are creations of the one above all.