Flowers

                      Flowers
Totters in the gentle breeze
Like the gliding geese
Dancing in full swing
The rhythm in our hearts ring

With beautiful  smile
Never ending as the flow of nile
Wraps us in a cloud of gay
Most enchanting I say

Sight of the flapping frond
Reflecting in the mirror- like pond
Intoxicates our minds with joy
Like a bambino with toy
 
A blend of orange,yellow,`n’ red
Seldom with the fronds shed
Offers a feast for eye
No beauty can stand as tie

                                                 Aleena Elizabeth Andrews