I like to smell the flowers,
they are often at my height.
Red and blue and green ones,
I can see them in the dark.
I watch the flowers grow
from tiny little seeds.
The sun and rain, always, give
them everything they need.
Grow me some flowers.
Plant me some seeds.
Bright, tall and strong.
Let them sing their song
so that I can sing along.
as they weave their magic through the garden.
This is my garden,
these are my flowers
So beautiful, so delicate
Ow! It's a rose.
Author notes
Sorry if it's not that great. Was a bit of a rush job.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by RainbowGirl257.
500 points, ended May 13, 2008, 8 entries
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i love the rhythm of this poem. it's nice and light-hearted and has a great ending line! good luck and thanks for entering.
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