Me, myself, and I
Received these beauties!
The colors are rejuvenating,
The smell is precious,
The thought, sender, is stupendous.
A flower has the power
Never to cower
But to spread its petals, languorous.
Its infinite patience glamorous.
Its fragility’s nothing short of faithful,
Its colors vibrant and bashful,
While its scent lodges in your mind.
Knowing memories are easier to find.
Creating and sending such a bunch
Is always a thoughtful hunch.
Poetry for Change 