Those Were the Flowers

There is something I like to reveal to you, To mesmerize and put you in awed brew. Follow me to merry spring of adorned nature, The dancing hues in red and gold rapture. Come along! I usher you to Olympic festivity, I make you contest in sprint, you win the activity. On the platform, a person awards you a wreath, Around your neck, happiness becomes your breath. Let me escort you to the shrine for winning To honour your win and to secure future shining. You present this, wrapped in, something beautiful Before the promising statue, prayers bountiful. Now, let's ponder what we'd done all through? Flowers were those, dancing merrily in hue, The wreath on your neck was flowers in collection, The bouquet to God was flower in presentation.