Flowers Were Never Meant To Be Strong

Flowers were never meant to be strong
Feathers for flying, above the throng 
So too the lilies and all it's kind 
Perform their dance amid the sunshine

Naught for environment as you grow
Not careful the droppings for the sow
Commanding beauty from the dismal 
Adding class to all that is mournful 

Sign for fruit, producesor provider
Your absence the subtle reminder 
All that has been, or that which's to come
Is lightning to your thunder when done

Beauty their pattles, promise per smell
What life holds. is all life ever tells
From sowing to reaping and the like
That sun rise after life's hardest hike

Parade, perform, practiced till perfect
Yours is the life of the best perfume
Petite, elegant, desirable 
Of it's kind immeasurable 

Per moment till now, beacon lovely
Adding to life solo and lonely
True essence of inner womanhood
Your spoken name, and what’s understood

You never ask for much, take little
Enhancing my breath with your subtle
Giving beyond your measure of work
As your smile, so too your simple way