Wildflower Wonderland

The Primrose lifts her dainty head,

With her face glowing in the moonlight.

Like an umbrella, she closes her eyes at noon,

Her petals are a shade of yellow bright.

The Pipewort dances in the breeze,

Playfully tapping her neighbor over the water.

She sways as if she were a ballerina,

Her white button head glows without falter.

The Brier climbs up the trees,

Criss-crossing her green stems, pink heads and tiny leaves.

Like a hunter, she grows up toward the sun,

The beginning of branches she perceives.

The Trumpet Creeper sings a song,

With her mandarin bugle she whispers the tune.

Like a one-man-band, she makes beautiful  noise,

She will start a new jam soon.

The voilet Harebell weeps for no cause,

She has no smile upon her face.

For, like a bell, she droops her head,

There is no comfort for her case.

Written by Abby D.