Flowers

Oh, flowers,
That are as bright as the sun,
But as soft as a cloud.
That spread along the luscious, green grass
And rocky, grey pebbles. 
The flowers that illuminate any brown patch,
After a day without any sunlight.
That brings life to a garden, 
To cover all the dying plants. 
The flowers that start off as one little seedling,
And is flushed with water,
Before the beautiful, delicate petals bloom,
And we are left with those dazzling, vibrant but fragile flowers.