They are like my friends or my family
Oh yes, they truly are
As welcome as the nighttime
Skyward shining stars.
They make me smile so often too
And after the springtime showers
They grow by leaps and bounds
Oh, how I love my sweet flowers.
Love of nature expressed nicely with an excellent image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your love of flowers is apparent once again. Another lovely poem- sweetly rhymed. Thanks.
Thank you, they are sort of like my extended family I guess. I feel so badly when one of them dies, especially my Cora Bells.