The Flower Poem by S.C. Ouel

In the wind, it sways so gently.
Looking up, it stays contently
In one place, roots growing deep:
Joyfulness, for us to keep.

It looks so happy, standing tall,
Though its size is rather small.
As it sways its leafy arms,
With their colorful, vibrant charms;

The flower sings a grateful song,
Its sound so clear, its rhythm long.
It sings about the summer sweet,
When the flowers together meet.

And they dance, though they can't move;
Their arms so graceful, swaying smooth.
But then winter comes one day,
And the flowers wilt, and die away.