Flowers Are More Beautiful

They gave me a letter from 'yesterday, today and tomorrow,'
it said: we'll give you our heady scent, no need to borrow,
frangipani offered a sweet reply, an unparalleled goodbye,
but the power hung in the air, made you fade with a sigh.

Who could not let honeysuckle turn so many heads,
with envy from pretenders in delightful flower beds,
yon rose had more luscious beauty than any other face,
a leader from its birth, could not omit a pungent trace.

The fields of lavender sat smiling in coloured swarm,
guarding insects, making sure beauty came to no harm,
fragrant evergreen jasmine was a star, above and below,
played games, flashed white, reduced you to a shadow.

They came together, white, purple and blue, looking at you,
to match their ethereal quality, nothing to equal such a view.