Friday, May 17, 2024

Every Flower Has A Happy Hour comic,happy poem 414 by Anggela Lansbury

 

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Here's something new you need to know

In gardens funny flowers grow

Buttercups, dots, shiny yellow

Won't spoil green lawn, make a meadow


Dandlions are soup, not weeds

Every plant can fulfil needs

Giant sunflowers, from small seeds

Shoots grow fruit, apples will feed

Fruits art from Home Food on Facebook.


Tiny daises, giant roses

Pick the flowers, present posies

You can pick them, have no fear

Cut them down, then more appear

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In winter time they disappear

But they come back again next year.

Cheer the elderly or ill

Tall orchids on the windowsill


Some flowers exude sweet perfume

\Which wafts across to fill the room

Helps you relax and breathe in deep

Flowers grow while you're asleep


They seek the sunlight, lean drunk in rain

A second season, can't complain

Dead head those you think are dead

The bulbs next season flower again


Where do autumn flowers go?

In winter time they hide from snow

All wise five-year-olds soon know

Next spring more bright blooms will grow

Garden flowers, red and yellow tulips, on my windowsill. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


Some are red and some are white

Some fold up to sleep at night

Ltft up joyfully in daylight

Promise all will be all right.


Flowers last a week or two

But when they fade, don't feel blue

It's not the fault of me and you

That is just what flowers do

Yellow tulips in the garden in London spring 2024. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Flowers rise and flowers fall

Climb keen to cover broken walls

Every colour gives a silent call

I love each one, I love them all.

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Flowers, purples, red and yellow, in a windowbox, The Broadway, Hatch End. London. England. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

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