Attracting colourful wildlife, a perfect state of ease,
I look upon its beauty, purity and glory too,
I can see all around it, and how it grew,
It grew from one pure seed,
Yet it is no simple weed,
It lives under the sun, together with its friend
It outlives us all, every single trend,
Alone it stands, covered it bees,
A flower in the wind, blowing in the breeze.