Flowers, by the bunch or basket,
In the market - on a shelf,
Though I can ill afford them,
I'm going to buy some for myself.
Oh such flowers, pretty flowers,
All those colors, all those hues,
Like a blanket - or a banquet,
Either word is right to use.
The aroma - oh, the fragrance,
It takes me to another place,
I close my eyes - I am transported,
I travel on the wings of grace.
I'm in a meadow; it reaches wide,
There are flowers everywhere,
It is Spring; I am alive,
I'm breathing in sweet scented air.
I'm young, I'm vibrant; see me dance,
I bend, I stretch, I twirl a bit,
I think I am in love again,
I bow, I sway, I'm loving it.
Beneath my feet rose petals
Are strewn by tiny hands,
I clutch a precious rose bouquet,
Then exchange it for a golden band.
Flowers, flowers through the years,
Each unique - one of a kind,
Each flower brings a special tear,
All recalling special times.