A dull day is lit
in a vase they attract
a dull vibe quits
solitary ones distract. 

Filling rooms with their presence
they bloom with an arresting appeal
bringing cheer in silence
they in many ways heal.

Beauty their second name
be it any time of year
thorns are part of the game
what is there to fear.

Funerals and weddings have them in bulk
religious corners too glow
there are many who sulk
if their numbers are low.

Decorating paths
on the table they sit
they help ease wrath
thus moods turn in a bit.

Faded avatars adorn books
romance gets a kick
flowers add to the looks
then no one can remain sick.

Wilting is inevitable indeed
but this too has its charm
they do their thing at the hour of need
they are never meant to do any harm.

Flowers make a pretty sight
different smells enchant
everything seems right
as they change minds in an instant.