The Flowers Poem by James Casey

The Flowers

The alluring rose and its seductive way.
Soft open pedals open, more every day.
But caution your touch for the thorns they will prick.
Your tempted with wanting to savor and pick.

The Daisey's frail and needs the earth's sound soil.
For if you pluck its pretty stem, soon it will spoil.
The Pansy's a multicolored - like rainbow.
Its pedals wide and outward they flow.

Love the Lillies and the Butter-Cups too.
And the Violets with their color of blue.
Carnations and Orchids are the Decorative kind.
Paintbrushes and Bonnets in the field you'll find.

From the smallest of the Baby's Breath
To the Poinsettia and its outreaching width
Seems to me there's more to a flower.
With just their appearance they have such power.

Some pedals you eat while you sit on your seat
The nectar inside is the giver of life it is so sweet
Thank God for the flowers that we see every day
For without them all life would just fade away

Jim 1999