I am a beauty who does not sing,
I dance when the wind blows,
I like to move my petal ring,
And I like to grow when the sun glows.
My body is green,
My petals are the colours of paint,
My stem is lean,
And my roots are quaint.
I don my trusty fragrance,
So butterflies, birds and bees visit my flower,
I depend upon this concurrence,
I hope for it every minute and every hour.
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Drips Of Life
PoetryPoems that do not fit into a specific place. Many of these poems (but not all) will try to tell a story. Most of these poems will rhyme, but not all. Requests are also welcome and will be marked a little differently then non-requests.
