The Happiest Flower
For the first time I was so engraved,
Like the greatest artist I behaved,
Blending colors with sheer attention,
I sat there to present my imagination.
In a room where none would poke,
I painted with the confident stroke.
'Oh! It's so b'fully made'
That's what myself had said.
It was the 'happiest flower'
As I made the colorful sunflower.
It's boring to be just yellow,
I thought to make it a lil more mellow.
Sprinkled colors of happiness around,
And the most b'ful sunflower I found.
It's not a sunflower said everyone,
Coz they never saw a happy one.
Copyright © Divya Singh | Year Posted 2021
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