Flowers

Flowers have voices, they sing in the morning
As the sun touches their soft petels
Eager for life, joined chorus above
All the colours are part of the verse
In gardens of tender care
Along wild and deserted hills
They reach for the sky to give voice
Spectrum of colour a gospel hymn
Each pigment a story so free in the moment
Tell to the creatures that live in the forest
shout pollen, nectar, richness and honey
Or long blooms will lament wind to blow
through dangling, murmuring catkins
Many hued wavelengths speak as one
on stalks nodding under celestial blue
From infrared to ultraviolet serenades
Of good earth, sweet water for all to hear
Open your eyes, senses, lend your ears