Speaking of Flowers

Speaking of Flowers

Iris going to say the other Day

Lily came over and wanted to know

If flowers could talk as well as grow.

It took my Baby's Breath away

To hear her tell us what they say

When flowers whisper low each day.

Laurel was looking hardy and so

We Aster if she thought

The flowers could talk or not.

"Thistle let you know," she said,

"Listen with your heart instead

And you will hear them in your head."

Then yesterday Morning

Glory came over and told us all

The flowers are silent each winter and fall,

But they always take Clover each spring.

"With a hum and buzz and whisper or two,

The flowers," she said, "Are talking to you."  

Then she Rose and said, "Good-bye."

The Weeping Willow made her cry.

©Charles Ghigna