Flowers are meant for meadows

Varied in shape…varied in size

Uniquely made…earthly flesh disguise

Special frangrances fill the air…

Sweetest nectar a joyful end

Flowers are meant to be arrayed and spread

Gently nestled in nature’s bed

Scroll unraveled…Amen, well said

Flowers are meant to dance in the meadows…firmly planted in fertile soil

Bellowing and playful…the angels dance…no laboring nor toil.