They’re gifts, they’re presents
They never run us errands.
But yet they’re loved, yet respected
Never them doing us harm have we suspected.
They lift our spirits, keep us content,
Flowers do not take but always lend.
They’re white, pink, blue
Such different hues
With a fragrance calming to the mind
They’re absolutely divine!
Some smell of scented sandalwood, they put us in a trance
And the smell of purple lavander makes us wanna dance.
We use them in bouquets that give us joy and hope
These are the best gifts for which one will vote.
They have fragrance and colour
They work together like a sister and brother
Together they have a supersonic power
To entrance and give joy -its the power of a flower.