Picking Flowers

Sit on the grass deep and warm.

Smell the flowers where you sit and dorm.

Look around, flowers are here, 

don’t you just want to pick them dear?

Fresh colours, swaying in the wind, 

get up and play and dance in the grassy field 

that sparkles all day. 

Tired and bored lying on the soft

Green carpet. 

Reach out your hand out to pick the flowers that bloom, 

And smell their fragrant scent

They are so fresh and beautiful. 

Goodbye my friends in nature

See you tomorrow, my colourful things.