Summer Flower
Bueaty is what you are,
But how bueatyful is thee?
A flower in summer,
A plain way of saying it.
Flowers bloom on a nice day,
Flowers first bloom is the bueatifulest,
Summer hot but nice once sometime,
But the nice day is when the flower stands.
Flowers wither away with the heat of summer,
To find one flower that is blooming to its limits,
One flower is the flower different form all others,
Standing high and proud willing to show its bueaty.
The one flower that makes other seem nothing,
But one perfect summer day when everyone stands,
You are the brightest and still not withered and stand,
Still the first bloom I seen in the begining.
You are more and more vivid,
Blossoming by the second to,
The most beautyful flower,
The only one that stands out from the rest.
You stand out but they don't care for you are just the "average" flower,
But I see the beauty perfectly clear.
But how bueatyful is thee?
A flower in summer,
A plain way of saying it.
Flowers bloom on a nice day,
Flowers first bloom is the bueatifulest,
Summer hot but nice once sometime,
But the nice day is when the flower stands.
Flowers wither away with the heat of summer,
To find one flower that is blooming to its limits,
One flower is the flower different form all others,
Standing high and proud willing to show its bueaty.
The one flower that makes other seem nothing,
But one perfect summer day when everyone stands,
You are the brightest and still not withered and stand,
Still the first bloom I seen in the begining.
You are more and more vivid,
Blossoming by the second to,
The most beautyful flower,
The only one that stands out from the rest.
You stand out but they don't care for you are just the "average" flower,
But I see the beauty perfectly clear.
