A Fresh Flower Blue Poem by Agatha Lai

It's a fresh flower blue.
I wrap it in a sheet.
I love its scent, it's hues.

It sips the mist, the dew
and leaves an odor, treat
It's a fresh flower blue.


Its pets, the bees and crew
they meet, they greet, they eat.
I love its scent, its hues.


From dawn to dusk they woo
and bask in rain or heat.
It's a fresh flower blue.


There's a flower for you
There's one for me. A treat!
I love its scent, its hues.

The day I say adieu
I send you one so sweet.
It's a fresh flower blue
I love its scent, its hue.