The petals shine
All arranged in a line
Glory of the flower
Always become mine,
The long stalk
To whom- I always talk,
That’s a bit -Oh ! too long
Even it likes to sing a song ,
When the Dandelion showers
It turns in to the lovely flowers,
The Sun flowers are graceful
But the Raffelesia are like gigantic towers,
Up above the leaves of the tree
They are always free
What about the flowers ?
You know that they are always up to hilarity,
All flowers act as lozenge to my eye
My eyes flash with joy
I can never forget the beauty
Even if I’m busy with my duty.