The Perfume Of Flowers Poem by Paula Glynn

The fields are filled,
With the perfume of flowers,
Poppies grow and sunflowers thrive,
While dandelions and daisies,
Pop up in the green of the grass,
Bluebells and roses blossom,
Every front door entrance and garden,
Filled with the perfume of flowers,
For it is summertime,
And nature is a beautiful canvas,
Where painters and poets,
Draw and describe the beauty of nature.

The air is filled,
With a beautiful fragrance,
All the perfumes of the flowers,
Combined for the heavenly senses,
And the freshly cut grass,
Smells so fresh and comforting,
For every summer that comes around,
There is only beauty to be found.
Bees, dragonflies, butterflies,
Going from flower-to-flower,
Keeping nature thriving,
And nature is truly beautiful,
The sun shining down upon earth,
Making heaven a place on earth.

And in the woods,
The trees form a cooling shade,
That leaves making woodland wildlife,
Do their work for nature,
For it is a gentle relief,
To be in the cooling shade,
Because this is the perfume of flowers,
Nature and wildlife working together,
To create a paradise only earth,
Knows how to make.