Flowers oh yes, so beautiful they are
Smothered by thorns, or submerged in a jar
Glorify the atmosphere with scented breeze
Providing comfort to the pure, as well as the sleaze
Blue, white, red, and yellow
Myriad textures, bright and mellow
Lighten up the ugliest moods
Be it elders or them broods.
So what, if you can’t build
a palace or a tower
If you love someone,
just give them a flower.