Flowers are the most tempting things, I know;
They fragrant the world and others grow,
Offer honey to honey bees and never lie law,
Shelters cupids around their boughs with glow.
They give us fruit and feed,
And seeds to bloom a new tree with new deed,
From birth to death, bless all and no creed,
And again in spring, new flowers, in May colored breed.
They are always at the gate as the days begin,
To hug the rays of morning sun,
But last to leave the light, to run;
When evening, embrace the cold moon.
When moon and stars glimmers the sky,
Give tired world happy, drowsy lull by.
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