God decorated this Earth with flowers
Tress, lakes, rivers and the showers
His gifts are free of cost forever
They are the beauty of her moreover.
They please us when we look at them
They teach us when we think of them
They are pious so offered to God
They are tender not like a rod.
What we can't learn if we want
From them how to blossom and enchant.
Their colour is still a challenge
For science how do they change
Their colour even at night
When we mortals can't without light.
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