TO THE FLOWERS!

The flowers look like big jewels,

Sculptures of joy in the gardens!

How wondrous it is to look at her dances...

They just hearten all within our hearts.

The flowers are garnishes of the Earth...

Like cherishes from a son to his mother!

They come arround to give us hearth

When spring comes up to us, as each other.

The flowers haven't ever been crying

Because they are always joyful!

And even though they are passing by

Leave us her bittersweet perfum.

My rhymes even may be poor in sounds,

But here i am just a tiny song of gratitude.