Flowers're many
Each flower having
It's own unique story
Very interesting.
Rose or jasmine
Tulip or lotus
Maybe well known
Ther're others many.
Crape myrtle (Lagerstroemia)
Stands on its own
Colorful and graceful
Shooting into space.
Staying dormant
For most of the year
Takes life in summer
Pleasing the eye.
Comes in many colors
Standing in gardens
Or adorning roads
Delighting passersby.
Flowers're jewels
That lady nature wears
People must turn
Themselves into lovers.
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