Drop In Poem by Ima Ryma

I was just sitting in a tree
When suddenly a breeze did blow,
And off the limb went falling me.
Down in a flower I did go.
Bright hues of yellow, orange and red,
The flower's colors matched my eyes.
That tree above could wait, instead
I'd wait a while to see if flies
Flew to the flowers so I could
Have lunch, I asked the flower if
My staying a while would be good.
The flower stayed silently stiff.

I tried to have a dialog.
I guess this flower can't speak frog.