Pansy

A little poem I once wrote about flowers

A pretty little pansy
Sings of being just a bud.
How the winter makes her shiver
And how the summer waters flood.
She dresses in purple every morning.
Every night she takes a rest.
And she knows that her beauty
Makes her the favorite and the best.
She makes the blue eyed violets
Shiver with jealousy and fear
Whenever the pansy struts down the garden.
And whenever the flower comes near.

Reviews

[koty bell]

very poetic very nice simply great:)

[just is]

Like the poetic feel of this write.
I can feel the mixed emotioins in this write.
Very nicely presented.