Flowers

Flowers forming on hills kissed by the rain Their colors make a rusty golden glow The bees love the taste of their every grain From their pretty petals, their sweet saps flow The dew quenches the drought of their longin' Like showers of kisses from up above The sun makes a silver shine on their skin Beaming brightly like the gleam of true love In the evening, charm of their sweet scents soar Like a potion of love that brings delight The hearts that sense them want to ask for more They're like lights with faint beams but burning bright Their beauty brings a shimmering amber To the busted hearts that lay in somber 2nd place