Flowers

There is so much of happiness in a flower,

If you are receptive, it will shower.

Thousands in colors, and still to explore,

Yet countless, nature has in store.

To please the gods, they hold the power,

Their beauty shines hour by hour.

Each morning they blossom, round the year,

Ordination to gods, we use them during prayer.

Nectar so sweet, a gift from mother nature,

Where hearts and minds meet, joy, they offer. 

In names they are known, nature’s favor,

In every language, their grace is shown all over.

They melt stone hearts like butter,

Bringing warmth to the soul, a charmer.

Even the hardest hearts can't ignore,

The eternal blessing they have in store.

Like mothers, they're givers, gentle and pure,

Harm them not, of that be sure.

Even the bitter will come to adore,

The beauty of flowers, forevermore.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind