The Buttercup With Golden Hue Poem by alan brown

The Buttercup with golden hue
sways with gaiety in the breeze.
While the Tulip with its redness new
stretches up towards the trees.

A Bluebell chimes its heavenly glow
while massed beneath the trees
As the scent of flowers flows through the air
To lift our darkest day.

The Dandelion with head of gold
takes up the rolling hill
While he Daisy and the Daffodil
cry out there swaying thrill.

The Summer day brings out these things
each year to open up your heart
So please enjoy them while they sway
and bring life to the country park.