We grow with one stem and a several leafy ends,
our peddles stay stout but or stem never bends.
We were grown from season to season showing the beauty of life,
still they manage to clip, and sell us on a knife.
A cup of nature sworn to grow true,
A gift given out of love or friendship for you.
Our array of colors is like the rainbow in the sky,
and our life is like most because we always die.
But if we are stout and strong we can be on this earth long.
It's the water and love we need,
to grow a strong seed.
Put us in the ground and hope we shall rise,
and knowing we are the floral cup of the wise.
