The Magic of Flowers

A pot of fresh flowers, Sitting on my window sill, Delights this old heart of mine And flowers always will. I love all flowers, That includes some weeds They are like people We all start from seeds. Some flowers are exotic, And seem to say, "Look at me." Others are more modest, But as pretty as can be. Some are a bit prickly, Like roses and thistles Roses are very fragrant Thistles, Bristle. Flowers have heavenly scents, That wafts perfume into the air Nature in all its innocence, It helps to wash away our cares. Take comfort in little things, And inside, you will grow. I can tell you this with confidence, As my flowers told me so.