Norma asked me to write some lines
About a nursery flower
She sent in a website photo
She believes I have the power
To write a poem any time, so:

Walking along one day, I see
A fragrant flower with a bee
Both hang low from an old oak tree

Why do flowers dance in rain
Without fear or worry
They never bother with umbrellas

A walk in the garden
Blooms, petals, color galore
So much greenery
Of flora that we adore
Why can’t we have even more?