To gaze upon such heavenly sight
Majestic colors swirl in ethereal dance
Sparkling shadows hidden by night
Their scent bestows on newcomers a trance.

Be it hills of green, or forest clearing
Swamps and ponds, mountains of high
Be it happenstance, or wondrous dreaming
A yearn to be among them, there to lie.

Cherished by heart, revered by royalty
Pleasant and dear to man and bees
A nature's oblige, to emotional poverty
A wealth that stretches beyond the seas.

The flowers of the earth uncover the truth
That none can blossom if they are to wither
A sign of beauty within, of love and youth
Majestic as king, alluring as goddess -
Proud as Ceasar.