The Flowers I Pass Poem by Elia Michael

Overhanging the old and red wall
Are sprigs of lilac bloom
Tempting passers-by to stop and smell
Its sweetly scented perfume

Below are bluebells that lack the blue
Instead they are just white
But they too are daintily pretty
Even more so in moonlight

In the smallest places life takes hold
Some weeds are proud and bright
The dandelions display cheerful
Yellow heads with all their might

In a patch of land by the road side
Some crimson poppies grow
They are paper thin and have black eyes
Which watch as I come and go