Friendship of a Flower

A flower, the shape it takes
Red at the stem,
Black at the hem,
But in the wind it never shakes

Changes colors, many times
Its petals often do,
Red, Yellow, Black, Blue
Up the leaves, the color climbs

The flower’s beauty is incomparable
To the others in the field,
Imperfections which they wield,
But these flaws are found by others bearable

The flower roots next to none
Solitary is the grass,
Its manner that of brass,
But many friends it has, this flower, this one

Who will root with this wonder?
To know its ways,
Share the sun’s rays,
I will come under

I will share the rays.
For as long as it stays.