Stirrings of pleasure,everywhere...
perceptions of imagination
outlined,a cloured conformance
dissolve overtones into a form of words.
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When I go to a garden of the flowers.
I want to stay there for many hours.
Flowers present us a pleasant sight;
some are cloured and some are white.
There are red, blue,purple and green.
Multiple colors as dress of a queen.
One kind is different from the other.
Fed by the Earth as a good mother.
Lifting flowers a branch bows down.
It looks very pretty as wearing crown.
Flowers are useful for all mankind;
energetic for body, peace for the mind.
We present flowers to our beloved one
and garland a person who has won.
Wreaths are placed on a dead body;
honor for dead a message for everybody.
Flowers are the treasure for our pleasure,
give us joy which we cannot measure.