Some are alive and some are dead,
Swaying in the wind so slow,
Spreading their colours like a rainbow,
Admired by butterflies,
For the nectar that never dries,
Giving nature a ravishing face,
"Don't pluck them" that's what everyone says,
A delicate system lies within them,
Supporting the flower is the duty of stem,
How appealing the scene is when a flower blossoms,
Spreading its gorgeous petals on a breath taking beautiful spring day,
This alluring scene enchants us more than a paradise bay,
Takes a bath of dew drops early in the morning,
Seems to us as diamonds shimmering on their petals,
These beauteous little purfumes are more precious than a several expensive metals,
Butterflies are becoming gloomy,gardens are becoming alone,
For we are plucking them and some are naturally blown,
Oh! my sisters and brothers,here's a message for you,
Don't pluck them if you want to be true,
Flowers are a valuable gift from God,
So honour and water them in the name of Lord
