Flower's Sight !
Flowers - they call you divine,
As the smell so beautifully nice,
People look at you,
With a glimpse of tenderness.
Flies that I saw moving around,
Feeling like they found a melody,
A necter in the taste of the buds,
Which never goes away leaving fumes.
In every seasons of the year,
I found the grace around you,
The garden seemed to a auspice,
Flowers that felt important to me.
Two young boy came then yesterday,
I scolded them for not plucking you,
The feathers went by and some lodged,
Not so easy as I caught them yellow handed.
I see people plucking flowers all around; they usually throw them as well. It is pollen season, so I have to keep them at a distance.