Flowers lovely, marvellous gift from God,
They deck the Earth, they give delight,
They drape the dales and adorn the hills,
They feast the eyes and fill the hearts.
My life blooms when plants are abloom,
Each morn, I gaze at flowers in myriad hues,
That adorn the garden I so carefully keep,
My prized possession next to my kids.
Through the arch window, Roses are in sight,
Chrysanthemums and Daisies, they grow in rows,
White Lilies and purple annuals,
They seem to delight in their contrast shades.
In summer I watch butterflies flitting around,
Also honey bees coming to steal the pollen from the blooms,
Small birds that dart into twining boughs,
Build nests in the secret hide of bushy trees.
In rain, I watch the flutter of silvery leaves,
Washed anew and sparkling in radiant glow,
After rain, I count the droplets trapped within,
That struggle to escape from the chamber of hollow blooms.
In breeze, I see the flowers dancing in cheer,
And swing their heads in synchronizing motion,
These sights fill me with indescribable joy,
And set my heart racing in glee.
But when a withering flower comes in view,
It aches my heart and makes me grieve,
Then a question crops within,
Why should a flower wilt and wither so fast.
Before I let the question fly from me
A consoling thought fleets across my brain
Transient it be, it delights all,
Spreads its fragrance all around,
Serves nectar to humming birds and bees,
And decks the Earth in brilliant charm.
What more-needed to fulfill a life,
Than be a source of delight to many!
Very lovely. Flowers are a blessing; they're so beautiful, seems that they should live forever. But, I guess, just like beautiful people, they [flowers] too must die.
A beautiful poem this is, as delightful as the blossomed flowers you described in it. 'That adorn the garden my mother keeps, Her prized possession next to her kids., ' - Liked these lines, as this description fits my mother in law who had an ardent knack for gardening. 'What more-needed to fulfill a life, Than be a source of delight to many! ' - All lives are perishable, so are the flowers', but not all can delight the eyes of the others before they wilt and perish, as do the flowers. A good write, well done.
Why should a flower wilt and wither so fast...............................ANSWER: so they won't become boring to those around them. but, you make its brief life seem so worthwhile as you say: it delights all, Spreads its fragrance all around, Serves nectar to humming birds and bees, And decks the Earth in brilliant charm. ...................who could ask for anything more? thanks for sharing. bri :)
Flowers are autographs of angels written everywhere...on plain and hill.....thanks God they gladden human hearts.....Valsa......great write as always..
Fantastic expression has been made on nature with flowers and its delightness through nice penmanship. i love most lines are....In breeze, I see the flowers dancing in cheer, / And swing their heads in synchronizing motion, / These sights fill me with indescribable joy, / And set my heart racing in glee.. Beautiful poem with nice graphic. Enjoyed.10
Yes Valsa George, to be a source of delight to others is that we can afford to for the fulfilment of the purpose of ephemeral life, no matter whether its a flower or a poet. Great.Thank you
What more is needed t fulfill life than be for many a source of delight. Like flowers this beautiful poem and my dear poetess friend fills us with delight. Thank you Valsa for sharing.
My life blooms when plants are abloom, Each morn, I gaze at flowers in myriad hues, That adorn the garden I so carefully keep, My prized possession next to my kids. There is so much of similarity in our love for nature! The flowers, the birds and the lovely trees! They are the true delights of life! A full 100 - my dear friend :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a poem to enjoy. Wonderful work.